let me sit here in this
big maroon overstuffed mohair
chair
for a long time, at least centuries
sit here and stare at the
magnificent mantel
watch loved ones grow old
turn to dust
disappear
could i do that?
could i just sit and observe
the essence of love?
not want to possess it
not want to control it
not want to understand it
watch magnificent fires in the
fireplace
just sit here with
walls evaporating
streets dissolving
neighborhoods wiped away
entire cities sinking into oblivion
my eyes still open
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October 16, 2017 at 5:16 am
diane
Ah, Daniel! You are still inspiring. I love your poetry!
October 17, 2017 at 2:30 am
buddha419
Ah Diane! You are still my poetry lover; I love your love
October 16, 2017 at 5:16 am
diane
Ah, Daniel! You are still inspiring. I love your poetry!
October 16, 2017 at 7:09 am
Janet Hammock
Probably not! This poem reminds me of those film landscapes where the speed is increased so we see the changes from season to season, day to night, Halloween to Halloween, occur in the blink of an eye. “Wow! Look at those fast clouds!” sorta thing! The image of you in your poem is surprising, sad.
October 17, 2017 at 2:27 am
buddha419
Beautiful Janet,
Funny you should mention the speed. Things have been soaring through my psyche and I’ve just watched and not bothered.
Lately I feel more useful and grab a handful here, a cupful there.I send some love to you.
October 16, 2017 at 10:04 am
Pasquale Bianculli
These poems you write, they neither come only from you nor are they only about your life. They speak of my life, and the life of your friends and loved ones. They speak of our country in its present state of unknowing and disarray. Thank you for writing the words we only dream of speaking, Dan.
October 16, 2017 at 10:46 am
Janet Hammock
So very well expressed, Pasquale. I am sure that Dan feels exactly like this as he has spent more time sitting than usual over the past while. The destruction, disintegration is happening so fast that it sometimes feels to me, too, as if it is happening at warp speed. You are so right when you say all of us are witnessing this from our old comfy chairs. Are we not fortunate to have Dan to say it as we wish we could? My partner, Marilyn Lerch, is a poet, too, and deals with this subject matter all day every day as she writes and reads. Dan and she have a lot in common, and they know it. Thank you for your post.
October 16, 2017 at 12:32 pm
Pasquale Bianculli
We are so lucky to have Dan in our lives. We love the fact that he never stops being a pain in the ass. Thanks for your kind words, Janet.
October 17, 2017 at 2:01 am
buddha419
From a Polish pain in the ass to an Italian thorn in my side, my undying love.
October 17, 2017 at 2:11 am
buddha419
My deep love to you Janet and your beautiful, old poet. I think all poets are born old and travel through the universe
for centuries. When I communicate with you I feel such a deep connection to the arts and all of life .
I salute you and send my love
October 17, 2017 at 2:22 am
buddha419
Such serious, somber words from my dear friend and eloquent guitarist. I think that what we put out into the air by strumming
or singing or blowing or moving or——-we never know the effect. It could all fall unheard, or move a soul or open a heart
or strengthen the universe. We are here and so we do it.
October 16, 2017 at 10:15 am
Gene Brekhus
Daniel, it’s wonderful to have your poetry again. I look forward to more.
Gene Brekhus
October 17, 2017 at 2:15 am
buddha419
Hi Honey!
I miss romping through Schubert and others with you. I don’t have much voice presently; maybe it will come back,
maybe not. We should find an excuse to get together. Thank you for reading my words. I send my love.
October 16, 2017 at 11:53 am
Delia Voitoff-Bauman
What an amazing gift to see this poem Daniel.
You have been so close in my heart and mind while the world around us spins in unpredictable ways.
Your words are a true blessing today dear friend.
October 17, 2017 at 2:05 am
buddha419
Thank you for your kind words and for continuing to follow the words which flow through me.
Because of you and Steve 182 of my poems are on CDs. That’s a wonderful gift. Thank you.
I send my love.
October 16, 2017 at 9:52 pm
Brian Swager
How wonderful to receive your gift of poetry today. You never fail to stop me in my tracks and remind me to focus my attention on a deeper level. I love you, Daniel.
October 17, 2017 at 1:48 am
buddha419
The fact that you love me stops me in my tracks. At a time when I often feel useless because of my limited mobility, love
is more important than ever. thank you for reaching out to me and touching my poetry.
Do you want to play poker on Friday evening?
October 17, 2017 at 1:53 am
buddha419
Hello Mark. How good to feel your presence. I’ve been in survival mode for more than a year and this is my first post
and it feels right again and I can feel some of me peeping through. Bless you for checking in and reading the words
flowing through me. I send my love.
October 17, 2017 at 1:58 am
buddha419
I’ve been in survival mode for more than a year. Bless you for checking in and reading the words flowing through me.
I send my love.
October 17, 2017 at 9:31 am
Natasha
Dear Daniel,
Thank you for the beautiful poem!
Much love ❤️
Natasha
October 25, 2017 at 12:28 pm
buddha419
Thank you for reading my words. I send my love.
Daniel