Prairie dog play for me
Stroke my heart
Open my eyes
Burrow deep
Unlock memories
Suck like with a straw
The magic potion
The marrow
Of wandering
Like Alice in the Wonderland
Like Frodo in Rivendell
Like Galileo at the telescope
Open this portal
Let me see
The other side of the stethoscope
Inward as much as
Across vast vistas
Come away from this trip
Richer
For having listened
For having learned
Prairie dog play for me
Stroke my heart
Open my eyes
Burrow deep
Unlock memories
Suck like with a straw
The magic potion
The marrow
Of wandering
For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 18, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Stray Doggie Musta Wandered Off
Stray doggie musta wandered off
A lone cow appeared uninterested
Oblivious to its misfortune
Unaware there wasn't another bovine around
For a mile at least
The fencing would keep her off the highway
What with its trucks and buses and cars
But how would she get back to the herd
All she did was munch on the grass
Probably stumbled upon a sweet patch
Having followed a line of tasty blades
Like in that E.T. movie
Following pieces of candy
Until an hour later
Here she was
Stray doggie musta wandered off
A lone cow appeared uninterested
Oblivious to its misfortune
Unaware there wasn't another cow around
For a mile at least
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 4, 2012
A lone cow appeared uninterested
Oblivious to its misfortune
Unaware there wasn't another bovine around
For a mile at least
The fencing would keep her off the highway
What with its trucks and buses and cars
But how would she get back to the herd
All she did was munch on the grass
Probably stumbled upon a sweet patch
Having followed a line of tasty blades
Like in that E.T. movie
Following pieces of candy
Until an hour later
Here she was
Stray doggie musta wandered off
A lone cow appeared uninterested
Oblivious to its misfortune
Unaware there wasn't another cow around
For a mile at least
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 4, 2012
Half-Harvested Field Of Blond Fiber
Half-harvested field of blond fiber
Bleached yellow by the sun
Or just pale mustard by science
Awaits an organizing farm vehicle
To come by and rake up the cuttings
Batch the yield into bales
The cut product leaves a stubble
Like when a kid gets a buzz cut for summer
Nearly all the way down to scalp
And you can see how white the skin
Has become over the winter
Soon to be colored
By endless hours playing all day long in the sun
During the months when the classroom
Is the farm
Where Dad is king, Mom is queen
Family is everything
That and getting seed in the ground
Feeding cattle
Praying for good weather,
Rich yields,
A better life
And then at the right time bringing the hay to market
Half-harvested field of blond fiber
Bleached yellow by the sun
Or just pale mustard by science
Awaits an organizing farm vehicle
To come by and rake up the cuttings
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 4, 2012
Bleached yellow by the sun
Or just pale mustard by science
Awaits an organizing farm vehicle
To come by and rake up the cuttings
Batch the yield into bales
The cut product leaves a stubble
Like when a kid gets a buzz cut for summer
Nearly all the way down to scalp
And you can see how white the skin
Has become over the winter
Soon to be colored
By endless hours playing all day long in the sun
During the months when the classroom
Is the farm
Where Dad is king, Mom is queen
Family is everything
That and getting seed in the ground
Feeding cattle
Praying for good weather,
Rich yields,
A better life
And then at the right time bringing the hay to market
Half-harvested field of blond fiber
Bleached yellow by the sun
Or just pale mustard by science
Awaits an organizing farm vehicle
To come by and rake up the cuttings
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
He Had The Look Of A Young Old Man
He had the look of a young old man
More so than
An old young man.
Heck he wasn't much more than 19
But he looked every day of having been
In and out of juvenile hall for years
Let's face it for a decade now
He had seen nothing but the inside of
One correctional facility or another
Hadn't necessarily made him a better person
Couldn't say if it had made him a worse person
Mostly it should have made him wiser
To not make the same mistakes over and over agian
All that could change
Starting here starting now you never know
It's always so hard to predict
He was on the bus headed to Seattle
Headed to make a new life
Pick up on another chance
A gift that had been given him
The judge had pleaded with him to make the most of it
Thank your lucky stars young man he said
You have someone willing to help you
Don't let me see you back here
Or so help me I'll throw the book at you
All that would be decided in the days weeks months years ahead
For now though sitting on the bus looking out the window
He had the look of a young old man
More so than
An old young man
Heck he wasn't much more than 19
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 3, 2012
More so than
An old young man.
Heck he wasn't much more than 19
But he looked every day of having been
In and out of juvenile hall for years
Let's face it for a decade now
He had seen nothing but the inside of
One correctional facility or another
Hadn't necessarily made him a better person
Couldn't say if it had made him a worse person
Mostly it should have made him wiser
To not make the same mistakes over and over agian
All that could change
Starting here starting now you never know
It's always so hard to predict
He was on the bus headed to Seattle
Headed to make a new life
Pick up on another chance
A gift that had been given him
The judge had pleaded with him to make the most of it
Thank your lucky stars young man he said
You have someone willing to help you
Don't let me see you back here
Or so help me I'll throw the book at you
All that would be decided in the days weeks months years ahead
For now though sitting on the bus looking out the window
He had the look of a young old man
More so than
An old young man
Heck he wasn't much more than 19
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
Jan. 3, 2012
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Ashanti Came From Nowhere
Ashanti came from nowhere
To be the center of his life
A friend of a friend of a friend
Who was the last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop luncheon
That Ledo almost didn't show up for
Then he got caught in traffic
Nearly bailed to start a long weekend early
Noontime on Friday of memorial Day weekend
But he hung tough
Finally showed up
And there at the table for lunch
Ashanti smiled
And everything changed
They got lost in convereation about not much at all
They strolled through the park across the street
They found a bench and lingered some more
Before they knew it
It was dinner
And the cafe he suggested downtown
Was a natural nightcap for both
For the first day of the rest of their lives
Ashanti came from out of nowhere
To be the center of his life
A friend of a friend of a friend
Who was a last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop lunchen
That Ledo almost didn't show up for
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
To be the center of his life
A friend of a friend of a friend
Who was the last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop luncheon
That Ledo almost didn't show up for
Then he got caught in traffic
Nearly bailed to start a long weekend early
Noontime on Friday of memorial Day weekend
But he hung tough
Finally showed up
And there at the table for lunch
Ashanti smiled
And everything changed
They got lost in convereation about not much at all
They strolled through the park across the street
They found a bench and lingered some more
Before they knew it
It was dinner
And the cafe he suggested downtown
Was a natural nightcap for both
For the first day of the rest of their lives
Ashanti came from out of nowhere
To be the center of his life
A friend of a friend of a friend
Who was a last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop lunchen
That Ledo almost didn't show up for
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
Hover With Me Now
Hover with me now
Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water
Taking flight like
A couple of honking geese
Separated from the Vee
Off on our own
Flying parallel to the river surface
Fog and mist
Glee and giddy
Rushing unfettered toward an obscure corner
Cozy and quiet
Private and pure delight
Hover with me now
Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water
Taking flight like
A couple of honking geese
Separated from the Vee
Off on our own
Flying parallel to the river surface
Fog and mist
Glee and giddy
Rushing unfettered toward an obscure corner
Cozy and quiet
Private and pure delight
Hover with me now
Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water
For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
Down By The Water's Edge
Down by the water's edge
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Down where Neptune's pawns
Rise up to be checkpoint sentries
Supervise
As brackish forces
Penetrate and integrate
Becoming sea swill as fast as
A human might breathe in the harbor's fog
Forever now belonging to the vast
The wide Sargasso Sea
Stretchung from here thousands of miles
To the mouth of the Mediterranean
Where civilizations as we knew them
Once began their march across time
And we stand here at the Contental ledge
Able to contemplate our fate
Our place in the world
Our past
Our future
Down by the water's edge
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Fir Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Down where Neptune's pawns
Rise up to be checkpoint sentries
Supervise
As brackish forces
Penetrate and integrate
Becoming sea swill as fast as
A human might breathe in the harbor's fog
Forever now belonging to the vast
The wide Sargasso Sea
Stretchung from here thousands of miles
To the mouth of the Mediterranean
Where civilizations as we knew them
Once began their march across time
And we stand here at the Contental ledge
Able to contemplate our fate
Our place in the world
Our past
Our future
Down by the water's edge
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Fir Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
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