Of the moment

Of the moment(07/28/2022-Leonard C. Gesinski)

So many thoughts

Yet this page

Is still almost empty

Memorial(For Bill G)

 

this room

of

contrasts

somber toned

punctuated

by

the occasional

smile

and laughs

flowers and tears

the meeting and melding

of

young and old

what is

and

what once was

I can

only

smile

at the flood of

old

now uncovered

memories

things that

we

experienced

laughed together at

marveled at

the years may have marched on dear friend

but you are

not forgotten

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Prosetry Fragments

(On Dementia)

 the damned thief

…her memories

stolen

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Broken Prose Fragments

 

 

Of

sunsets

and

empty beaches

 

he contemplates

 

an

 

ocean

 

of

 

distance

 

between

 

them

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Poetic Fragments

 

An old man

with a cigarette

hanging

from his lips

a vacant expression on his wellworn face

his bloodshot eyes

staring hopelessly

into

the bleakness

of tomorrow

…..a place

where hope

is no longer

allowed

to be

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Utopia

Imagine

 

a day

when

 

our differences

 

no longer mattered

 

race, creed, colour, shape, choices, and past(s)

 

would…should….could

not

shape our

thoughts, bias, pre conceived notions, prejudices, opinions

 

…..if

perhaps

we close….our eyes

 

only

being allowed

to

listen…..without prejudice

 

with

nothing more

than

our own choice of words, actions, intent

to be held

responsible

for

and judged

by

 

……until that day

 

I’ll still dare to dream…..

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Broken Prose

Broken Prose

 

My friend,

you have blurred

the lines

between

reality and imagination

your

two worlds

now

bleed

into o

ne another

your

pleasure becomes pain

clarity to ambiguity

harmony turned disharmonious

symbols of peace transformed into dregs of war

how the scent of life….and hope

turned into the putrid smell of decay

end

what has been hopelessly

cracked

broken

…..inside of you?

……what

…..who

now

still dares….

to

call your name?

……what of your

dreams…..broken…..splintered

tears……

fears…..

how to look deep through your…..

front

would light

still be allowed

to filter

trickling

through countless broken prisms

 

oh, dear sweet dysfunction

 

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1980

 

1980

 

three kids

a parked ’73 Mustang

just having lost the Police

down an old farm road in Wisconsin

an empty bottle of Dubouchett Blackberry Brandy

our backseat souvenir

the inevitable

call

of nature

no longer ignored

under a finger nail clipping

of moon

above

there

suddenly appears

an

 angry farmer

and finally

the click

of his hands

on the

loaded shotgun

~~~~~

this

the sound

of

surprise

 

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