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Once alive. Paul Goldfinger ©. Ocean Grove.

 

 

Career

 

By Charles Pierre

 

The smashed bodies of clams,

crabs and whelks onshore

show what the world’s about.

Yet from the shadow

of a broken shell,

a small beetle walks freely

into the sun,

its path etched

on the sand’s crust.

 

 

BUCKY PIZZARELLI :

 

 

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Spring Lake

“Here’s That Rainy Day.” Spring Lake, NJ. By Paul Goldfinger ©. Undated.

Spring Pool

By Charles Pierre

In the hollow of my hand, a pool is born
of an April downpour, the sudden flood
filling every crevice of pinkish skin,
the lines of life and heart and mind engulfed,

a breeze etching the surface with ripples
that push against shores of padded flesh
around the palm, some overflowing the bank,
others sliding back toward the deep center,

the wrinkles on the bottom of the pool
brightening, as the rain that fell so fast
passes, and sunlight pierces the water
settling at the end of my outstretched arm.

BOB DYLAN:

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Central Park c. 1972.  Paul Goldfinger © 

 

haiku by George Held.

 


Winter lingers—–

fingers of spring still wearing

woolen gloves

 

ANITA O’DAY

 

 

This haiku was originally published at Haikuniverse.com ©  2019

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Ocean Grove. Sept. 2010. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

 

 

Absence

A poem by Charles Pierre

Of what was written down
or spoken aloud onshore,
eye and ear find scant remains

A few letters in the sand
or murmurs on the salt wind
show, not who was here,

but how the sea
swallows up
most human traces.



LONDON SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA "Enigma Variations."

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Late November garden in Ocean Grove. Paul Goldfinger photograph. ©

 

 

Reprieve

By Charles Pierre

From a rusted nail
on the south wall

of an old boathouse
weathered to gray,

a small pail of
red impatiens

swings in the mild
November sun,

where the rush
of stark sea wind

has yet to dim
the arc of lush color.

 

 

EVA CASSIDY
From her album Songbird.

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“In My Room” by Saul Leiter.

 

 

Your bra & panties

hanging on the door—

Do Not Disturb

 

Haiku by George Held

 

 

Joao Gilberto “Outra Vez” (Tr: Another Time)

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Ocean Grove, New Jersey September, 2018 by Paul Goldfinger ©

 

Scoop of the Flux

By Charles Pierre

A breaker tumbles
into the shallows,

with onshore thrust
and muscling splash

that toss skyward
a long yellow kelp,

glazed with water
and stretched to

a string of lights,
sparkling in midair,

at the sea’s peak
an instant, until

falling with a flicker
into blurred spillage

of surf, vanishing
as soon as seen

in dark backwash
of the undertow.

 

 

THE RIGHTEOUS BROTHERS  “Ebb Tide”

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“The Red Wheelbarrow”

 

– William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963

 

so much depends

upon

 

a red wheel

barrow

 

glazed with rain

water

 

beside the white

chickens

 

Submitted by Lee Morgan of Ocean Grove:

Lee says, “William Carlos Williams was gifted at painting images with his poetry. After reading it again this evening I wonder if Williams felt an interconnectedness of all things as he observed the world.”

(First published in Williams’ 1923 book Spring and All)

Editor’s note:  Williams was a practicing pediatrician in my hometown of Rutherford, New Jersey.  But, unfortunately, I never heard of him then. Charles Pierre told me that there were other writers  who were physicians including Oliver Wendell Holmes. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle  and Michael Crichton.

I never understood this poem, but Lee says it is about imagery, as in painting images with words.  OK, that is understandable, but, as with all poetry, there’s probably more there there.

What do you think?  What about the opening phrase:   “so much depends upon….”  Anybody out there?

Read the comment by Blind Pursuit —Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.

KARRIN ALLYSON

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Stephen Goldfinger. Central Park, 2014. Blogfinger.net ©

 

 

Green Vistas

By Charles Pierre

I walk the hard and darkened streets
of Manhattan as winter thaws,
where steel and concrete choke the earth,
where nature can’t unfold or flow.

Gaudy neon and bits of glass
sparkling in asphalt swell the night
with portents of spring that lead me
to a park on the river’s edge.

My left hand flies from its pocket
to test the air. The air says, Write,
until trees are flaming with leaves,
until waves are emerald fire.

 

 

ART GARFUNKEL

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“I’ll take Manhattan.”   Central Park in early spring (April 22, 2014) by Paul Goldfinger ©  Blogfinger.net

By Paul Goldfinger, Poetry editor @ Blogfinger.net.

This song is dedicated to those New York poets who enhance our e-pages with their art.  Charles Pierre and George Held often reference New York City in their poetry.

Recently both of them have sent us offerings set in early spring as crocuses emerge from the snow and as a poet finds nocturnal inspiration in a City park.

Charles’ latest poem “Green Vistas”  is on the launching pad, but I am waiting till all the nor’easters fly with the birds to other locales. I try to make the reality of life provide a backdrop for their work when it is presented on Blogfinger.

The song below, sung by 5 time Grammy nominee jazz singer Karrin Allison from her album Collage,  was written by jazz bassist and songwriter Jay Leonhart.  I believe Jay is the bassist on this recording.

I have heard Jay perform live  on a number of occasions, and he is known for singing his original and funny songs while playing his upright bass. Sometime he works alone—singing while accompanying himself.

Jay Leonhart has played bass with all the greats, including Sinatra, Gerry Mulligan, Marian McPartland, Tony Bennett and so many others.

I suspect our BF poets will enjoy this song called  “Robert Frost.”  It’s wonderful!

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