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Bob Bowné.  Winter Ocean Grove. 2015. ©

 

SCULPTURE

 

By Charles Pierre

 

In winter, my tongue

and teeth chinker

through cracked lips,

 

each poem a carving

of white breath

without marble’s heft—-

 

the chiseled lines

dying to silence,

shrouded in mist.

 

 

HOLLY CONLAN   “Winter”

 

 

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Osprey pair feeding young on Sanibel Island. Ding Darling Wildlife Refuge. Paul Goldfinger photo.

 

Even on Sanibel

hearing the osprey call—-

I miss Sanibel

 

 

Wild Tones Bird Calls  (Osprey)

 

SMASHING PUMPKINS:  “My Blue Heaven.”

 

 

George Held reading one of his poems.

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Chester, New Jersey. Paul Goldfinger ©.

 

 

Morning shrubs bending

in December wind—-

the full moon sets

 

 

 

Leonard Cohen  “Winter Lady.”

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sunset florida

Bunche Beach. Fort Myers, Florida. Paul Goldfinger ©.

 

Sunset

By Charles Pierre

 

The offshore sky

is undone

as light slips away:

 

When the blues die

in flame,

and the last display

 

of red ends its slide

seaward,

drowning the day.

 

CACHAO.  “Si Me Pudieras Querer”

 

 

 

 

 

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OG Beach—-in March. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

 

By George Held:

 

Even in Ocean Grove—-

Savoring the Atlantic—-

I miss Ocean Grove

 

 

BOB DYLAN:

 

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Ocean Grove beach. August 2018. Paul Goldfinger © Blogfinger.net  Haiku special to Blogfinger by the author.

 

 

Sunshine and sun warmth —

another sparkling summer

on the Jersey shore

 

STUFFY SCHMITT:

 

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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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