And Then / Stratton Press (ePub)

If "psalms are an alphabet of feelings," this author's poetry is "kind of wildlife reserve," that exudes a quiet power, leaking a touch of humor, and setting the soul aflame.

Poems are witty reminiscences, like a mini-museum of contemplation with imagination's chamber inside. The author does not expect eruptive changes or influences of conduct in the reader, but her poems will make the reader an instant enthusiast, when they witness how she coaxes the words into engaging excursions.

The reader will find the poems witty, amusing and personable, paved in human sympathy.

This book is dedicated to my sons:

Daumants, Greg and Armand

NATURE, ALMOST DIGITAL

AND THEN...

The wind rapes the naked branches,

Makes shameless sounds...

Then flirts with chimney smoke

And hurries up to tease the cloud -

Stretches them like rubber bands across the skies,

Then falls into leafy lace

And plays,

Takes a deep breath,

Exhales,

Whirling the leaves away...

It's eve-

The night is born ...

A fragile orange moon stays between the sleepy mums,

As if awaiting something.

And then...

A SUMMER VIGNETTE

My senses gather

A perspective memoir

Of many layered narrative

Of wonder

In

And on

And by the lake in summer,

Some grass-like plants

Drift slowly past my sight,

Not sinking...

Translucent

Dark-gray dancing flames

Reflect a boat in water.

The sun plays tricks!

It turns into a fiery chain-link fence

And quickly crawls

Across the sandy bottom

In clear water,

Then gets unchained on shore...

A cascade of tender waves

Plays music on a harp,

But lets the loon

Transport his urgent call

And animated the air

With l o n g i n g ...