68 years old. Taught poetry and art for a number of years. Published in the USA, India, New Zealand, & Japan.
Willing to offer help to anyone but doesn't not like to overburdened with endless lists of poetry to read. One for one is fine. Tit for tat. Or nothing for nothing.3 lines for 3 lines.
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Ronald Peat Poems
Melancholy (An offering to the flower girl) She has an old violin without a bow
* OVERCOME, NOT ME
Overcome, Not Me A number of things enjoyed— a scoundrel, a liar, a survivor—
2. Just A Measly Poet
Just A Measly Poet She thinks poetry is gardenias dancing around in heaven
* MUTUAL BENEFIT
Mutual Benefit Sweet Ann, feel my touch burn Sweet Ann, part your lips in awe
Huffed-Out Blown House!
Huffed-Out Blown House! Bump, thump? How, when, Where? Why, I'd never...
Broken Reflections If every lake was ever still and sky was ever frozen hard,
2 Insane Like An Artist
Insane Like An Artist Goya stands trapped in the house of the deaf-man
1 The Offering
The Offering The distasteful isn't easy to disclose. What appears as sour
Exhale, Inhale Breathe I will not forget this timeless breath stretched within
The Art Critic. This figurative-landscape of a raging storm is two reclining nudes in a seductive form.
Mary Poppins At the opening — supercilious
* A Beautiful Sentiment.
A Beautiful Sentiment. I met a man from India who said: he heard the butterfly weep. To hear
Song Of The Spheres
Song Of The Spheres As the song inside the flesh slips away; a blue ghost steps into a cloth melody
The Enigmatic Secret A visage in shadows is drawn from the well’s depth; this penumbra caresses the brain with burning-ice.
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(An offering to the flower girl)
She has an old violin without a bow
... sawdust in silence stings
The swished horse’s tail is unheard.
... “Nothing” is never the “No Thing.”
... Night’s crickets commence;
......her song announces endowments
What spheres revolve
... before engulfed inside
...... love’s tacit turning bud?
© RH Peat 1/21/2012 11: 17pm
Form 3 stanzas/ 9 lines
In Response: Rachel Ann Butler, hugs and kisses
to her: Felicity