Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
A summer night, too hot for sleep
and comfort; our campfire burns
down
to ash and ember, black and red,
glowing;
and a wisp of smoke rises, a slow
curl climbing
toward a scrim of sky, an obscured backlight
fading, dimming to darkness, now starlit,
preparing us for summer’s
performance
played out on an Elysium stage of
stars and moon,
well rehearsed, this formidable cast
of players,
an entertainment meant to amuse and
enlighten.
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