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A FIELD FOR FANTASY
I'm out of here forever.
I've had it beyond tomorrow
I've had it
Since spring plowing:
Blackbirds turning furrows
For breakfast,
(Can't sing a note)
Weeds growing
Where I dropped seeds,
Bumblebees abuzz, blaming me,
Their home upturned,
The scarecrow not
Even talking to me,
The hoe handle
Broken out of spite,
My sweating body soaked
Through this flimsy dress,
My body aching to lie naked
In the creek...
And now, sitting in shade
Of a thorn tree at edge
Of my day's end,
Van Gogh, cool and clean
In his white suit,
Wants to paint me
For Eternity,
Me, a peasant girl
My father can't even find
A husband for...
By: Robert DeWitt, UPLI
Published in Lucidity--Jan. '03
THEN AND AGAIN
Gray smoke from artillery shells
hangs over the muddy Vire River.
It is July in scenic Normandy.
Out of haze under fresh rain,
out of mists rises
the bank the enemy holds.
Death lives there,
Rolls out a welcome mat
laid down by a rollingg barrage.
Assault boats bump
into grass hummocks,
paddles splash, shudder;
men dive for cover,
men fall like so much clover
beneath the scythe.
The musical dirge of battle:
explosions, fragment whispers,
screams, ricochets, tat-tat-tat,
soundless
for those who will never
hear again,
each field an infantry graveyard
dedicated to the next objective,
St Jean de Daye.
Five hours disappear,
five bodies shredded,
donations for democracy,
two survive.
The next time the flag passes,
the flag is raised,
the national anthem is played,
the pledge of allegiance is given,
...will you remember?
By: Robert DeWitt, UPLI
In chapbook: BATTLE STAINS
Copyright 2002
THE BOUNTY OF PRAYER
Prayer...a frank dialogue
opens a heartfelt mind to God,
not merely a duty,
but a rare beautiful privilege,
henceforth, merits deep-rooted faith,
insures constant hope,
creates doting love,
and overwhelming dedicated service!
By: Genevieve Judice Didier DeWitt
In chapbook--IF GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD
Copyright 2002
A GARDENIA'S TOUCH
A stroll in the courtyard
reveals the gardenia shrub's abloom.
I pluck a beautiful cream-white velvet blossom,
striking against glossy emerald-green leaves
its charming fragrance
tickles my nostrils,
its perfume as thrilling as jasmine
and sweet as orange blossoms, only richer.
I stare at it and sniff again.
A lovely sight to behold,
the perfumer's delight no doubt.
This fabulous flower captures awareness
soon as it burgeons;
even when aging
the perfume remains noticeable.
Just as an enchanted Victorian debutante
received a gardenia from hands of an admirer,
I, too have enjoyed as much
from the shrub next to wrought iron railing
that flaunts sheer beauty
shouting its presence,
planted by loving hands
of my skillful gardener
A Man Of Flowers!
By: Genevieve Judice Didier DeWitt
LSPS Court Of The Laureates
In chapbbook--SPIRIT OF LOVE
Copyright 2000
PENSIVE BARD
A tempting fable from Arabian Nights
Sports "Ali Baba And The Forty Thieves."
What's more! Keats' version of "St. Agnes' Eve's"
Would qualify a poet when he writes.
With form that challenges of poet's rights
If rhyme he must indulge, he then perceives
That all is dust unless by luck achieves
A noted valor like Arthurian Knights.
A ditty with a Scottish highland tune
At mention of faux pas in metered rhyme
Would lighten pace of bard...he will unwind.
And waltz to melody "Au Clair de Lune,"
Or synchonize in rhythm marking time
With footwork blending lines to poet's mind.
By: Genevieve Judice Didier DeWitt
LSPS Court Of The Laureates
In chapbook: TOGETHER WE SING
Copyright 2002