Poem-a-Day for Carl Leggo

Leggo’s O’s   O the too loud tick-tock knick knock O perpendicular man growing hillside up O homemade balsamic vinaigrette O silver surfer slicing ice sing song O  E, O  H, O English method man O happy hair hoping lemon sunshine O the poetic license of Freudian cloud penises O baleful howl of a coyote’s […]

For Carl: Heart of our Tribe What the soul does for the body, the poet does for her people.                                                                          […]

Punwritten unbidden by Lynn Fels Click on title link above to read poem

In a stuffed classroom You attended, contributed Entered in a conversation with me Shared the word “ontology” with me Which would prove pivotal in all aspects Sounding like wisdom Looking like presence Aura. by Amelie Lemieux   NOTE: And aura it was of the master teacher and listener that is you. Thank you are two […]

Legacy My granddaughters sleep on their twin z pillow Hands askew Open to the world A sigh A flutter of eyelids A turn of a head Each breath fills me with such joy Each day with them a gift The pains that come with aging subside as I hold, rock breathe in, feed babies I […]

Who is that Man? Hair Cascading Flowing                Gently as ocean waves.   Poet Friend Mentor To many young and old.   Stories Gathered Poetically Sung aesthetically aloud.   Pedagogically Playful Spiritual Full of light and love.   Heartful Visceral Embodiment Of ‘Being’ in the world.   Listener Knowledge […]

On Writing Why is it so challenging To do something that I love? Even my best ideas are too elusive to capture on paper or on screen. Like little cowards, they come to me when I am halfway off to sleep. Unarmed, with no pen in sight. I bought myself a dreamcatcher. I thought that […]

You may have been waiting—as you knew now you had always been waiting—in the dark gathering within you, in the slit of light opening within you. You may have seen a sky go cold, white manna lying in the boughs of the fir, the backyard lifting, wavering and parting before you, the way out of […]

  THE RESTRAINT OF THE ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE The rabbit who seemed to move the meadow like a soft god hesitates, bolts. The bumblebee propelling toward the lavender: a momentary harsh wind, it twists away. The hand outstretched for another, as with a person departing on a train, nearly touches, misses. What’s almost said, the love […]

For Carl Little brother, older than I Wiser than I. You might have known all along who you were. I did not know. I saw you in the village so many times. I did not truly recognize you, You spoke so softly and With words from landscapes in parallel universes I admired your words, but […]