Archive for the History Category

Posted in Clouds, Distance, History, Memories, Night with tags on December 10, 2015 by blglick
Today Ragged Clouds
Rushed by Like Time Passing or
Distances Traveled.

In Their Flat Grey Light
I Felt Memories Stir and
Tumble, but Slower

And Tonight I Cooked
A Dish We Shared When There Was
No Time or Distance

Posted in dreams, Friends, History, Tri-ku with tags , on November 30, 2015 by blglick
We talked of Losing
And of Keeping, Endurance
And No Conclusions

Talked of Your Freckles,
Of Food, And Other Delights
Real or Just Desired

It Had Been Awhile
But Still We Talked Easily
Across All The Gaps

Posted in Autumn, dreams, Family, History, Home, Love, Memories, Morning with tags , , on November 26, 2015 by blglick
Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy

The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon

The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory

Posted in History, Spiritual with tags on November 24, 2015 by blglick
Frequently Surprised,
Still, By Joy, By Sadness or just
By Circumstances

Posted in History, Love, Poetry with tags , on November 16, 2015 by blglick
Words Strung Like Jewels,
Like Paint on Time’s Canvas, Like
Touch Across Distance

Posted in Autumn, Fog, History, Memories, Morning with tags , on November 10, 2015 by blglick
Boston and All That
History, Mine and Others,
Condenses to Fog

Posted in dreams, History, LIght, Memories, Tri-ku with tags , , on September 15, 2015 by blglick
Twenty Five Years and
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking

Sifting Through the Mind
Slowly, All Effervescent
And Insubstantial

Saved by the Sure Weight
Of Memory, Casting Its Light
Into the Future

Posted in Animals, History, LIght, Love, Memories, Tri-ku with tags , , on June 10, 2015 by blglick
Allen Miller 1918-2015

An Old Photograph,
Tattered Edges, Creased and Scratched
Faded and Fuzzy

But She’s Turned Towards You
Smiling, And Your Joy Shines Through
All the Time That’s Passed

Lighting Memories
That Float and Glow Like Fireflies
In the Late Evening

Posted in Fog, History, Morning, Snow, Spiritual, Trees, Tri-ku with tags , on November 26, 2014 by blglick

A Morning Fog Floats,
Quiet as a Silent Prayer,
Into the Tree Tops

A Fog That Softens
All Sight and Sound and Maybe
All We Think We Know

Snowflakes Drifting Down,
Gently as Forgiveness, to
Shroud Every Sharp Edge.

Posted in Autumn, History, Trees with tags , on November 11, 2014 by blglick


After the Leaves Fall
Bare Trees Remain, A kind of
Standing History