flicker
fire
flame
sky
swoon
sea
ice
cold
snow
wine
warm
we
hot
here
heaven
you
yes
yea
no
less
us
two
one
three.
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arrival
 
light spilling
onto an improvised desk
glowing, dimming
like beams, streaming
lighthouse-bright
turning, spinning
slow with flashes
warning, beckoning
the tired ship
braving the sea.
to land safely
at dock and shore
is the finished script
of sentence-senses written
composed, structured
compr(om)ised to a
comprehensible whole
the passengers
crowded, waiting
words delivered
past the storms of doubt
now anchored at the docks
of paper, screens
safe havens
from darkness, white
inky bows tumbling down
gangways, printed
into the open arms
of readers
embracing, holding, kissing
the whole crowd
with joyous glee
and solemn satisfaction
that all are present
ready to be read
entirely
safe and whole
on the page, written
free.
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before betty
Sitting snug, reading the classics
encore une fois Madame Bovary,
and her insufferable complacency
with the ridiculous romance of thin-paper novels.
And yet, I understand her need to be something else,
something more, to escape the quaint provincial life,
full of the foibles of the French bourgeoisie.
Sadly, you can see the end coming,
the flights of fancy building to catastrophe,
long before young Emma befuddles Monsieur Bovary.
Most disturbing however, is the gleeful sneering
of the narrator, peering
over my shoulder while reading,
a heartless voice, laughing with glee
at the – albeit predictable  – calamity
that is poor Madame Bovary’s.
And yet I turn another page, if only
due to an understanding of her genuine suffering,
silly and selfish to narrator, parish and priest,
yet very real to poor Emma,
that feminine mystique resting darkly
in her desperate ennui.
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auld lang sayne
May old acquaintance be forgot…
What does that  mean?
I know not what.
But I must say
from the bottom of my heart
Thank you, Merci and Dankeschön
for reading, liking, commenting
and making threegoodwords such a wonderful experience,
such a joy in writing a blog.
So here, now, close to the last hour
of this old-young year
I wish you
All you lovely people
the loveliest, happiest, most pleasurable of
New Years.
Have a wonderful 2015!
xx, j.d.
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open snow
In the silence
the need to be blossoms slowly
like a tree takes time to grow
a moment to leave what’s lost
allow what’s lonely
and wander out into the open snow.
Outside, clouds shining
dark white, mother-of-pearl
the sea in the sky over
green peaks dusted, swaying
the cold beauty of a winter morning.
In the shadows, ancient trees
endless thoughts, sweeps of feeling
dark in light, hot in warm
like will o’ the wisps a-murmuring
too light for the heaviness of words
glowing in silence
flashing
voiceless
silent as an ancient song.
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