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Hi Paul:
     Greetings from Manhattan. When March ends, and the last few patches of snow melt from the yards, and ice disappears from the ponds, those of us who live along the coast shed our heavy coats and head for the shore. Here is the poem “Orient Point,” from my 2008 collection, Father of Water.
Best wishes,
Charles Pierre

Early spring morning. Deal Lake. Ocean Township.  March 29, 2015,   By Paul Goldfinger ©  Click to enlarge.

Orient Point
By Charles Pierre
To find words again, after winter’s pause
and the stifled months of life ashore —
to hear voices, if none but the shrill sounds
of sailors boundless in April winds.
I slip from silence, English my ship and sea.
Speech as fresh as the first mild gusts of salt air
billows my cheeks, flying from my lips
to take me as far as sound can sail —
Speak, as if spring is all there is!
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BEN PATERSON TRIO,:  “Here, There, and Everywhere” by Paul McCartney;

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Greetings from Manhattan. Walking and poetry are both rhythmic activities that I have tried, in several poems, to bring together to create a unified effect. Here is “A Couple” from my 2010 poetry collection, Brief Intervals of Harmony.

 

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

 

Upper East Side, New York City. August.2014, By Paul Goldfinger ©

Upper East Side, New York City. August.2014, By Paul Goldfinger ©  Click to enlarge

 

 

A Couple

By Charles Pierre

 

That man and woman walking side by side

almost glide together through the evening,

parting the oncoming crowd with a singleness

of rhythm that erases the differences in height

and stride. Palm to palm, with fingers entwined

and arms swinging between them, they keep

their shoulders straight and eyes fixed forward,

talking without turning aside, letting the words

swirl around them in a cloak of conversation.

His left to her right, they reflect one another,

both wanting an equal partner but remaining

self-possessed, the emptiness of darkest space

less a threat than if each were facing it alone,

though their need for connection goes mostly

unconfessed: a solitary pair accustomed

to the same pace, limbs moving in unison

through the rush of wind leading night’s advance.

 

 

Frank Vignola plays Gershwin.   “Our Love is Here to Stay.”

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