Local Poets: November 22, 2011

Friday, 25 November 2011 00:00

It’s All in the Game

I want to step into the painting
of Cezanne’s, “Card Players,”
where all is the game
the red kerchief draws the eye
balanced muted colors
bathe in warm light

tranquility companionship
competition concentration
tobacco aroma perhaps a wager

is the boy sending signals
will the watcher join the game
is it a Sunday afternoon

I want to peek at the cards
maybe light up a pipe
pull up a chair
join their world.

                         Claude Springer 

                          David Golbert

Twice/Gone

entwined internalized 
knotted up with the
every day
the leaving was happening

to her it was a betrayal
they had promised to be there
always friend listener

unspoken words lay heavy
then the passing relief
a void irrational anger

dark in quiet place
she lay
where chatter
hushed
pleasures fade
summer sinks
curling leaves
trodden path
barren ground
he left her in the
end not at all.

                     Sylvia Harnick