Poems, Art, Reading, Satire, Occasional Recipes
Alphabet Consommé,
a perpetual broth, simmering
with stories we eat, that build
our blood and bone.
Saturated, steeped, marinated in meaning,
letters and words are no longer merely
dry noodles in the soup.
The stories become us
like hot fashion
year after year.
Things seem to clarify.
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© DLWhite
4.30.24 Poem
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Minnows for Dinner
Hook, line, and sinker, I’d like to
lure you into the river of similarities
with fishing and the writing of poetry.
You get up, gear up, go out and wade
into the day. Sit. Stand. Fish.
The time, day, month, season, the weather,
the gear you did or did not bring, all swim
in your memory and nibble at your plans.
Whether you go out and don’t get
the catch you might have thought,
you go anyway.
Sometimes, it’s just
minnows for dinner
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© DLWhite
April 2024
Keyword Poem
Dimensional Frost
Robert Frost, calls to us
from another dimension.
He is writing a poem about
a road he took that didn’t
make any difference at all.
Robert Frost, calls to us
from another dimension.
Do what you want, he says.
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© DLWhite
Poem 4.30.24
Traveling on Interstates 39 and 55 I began to see exits that read like peoples names.
It has seemed like I should do something with them. Screenplay?
Will I have to murder any of them? Did the butler do it? Is there any mystery left at all?
Henry Streator
Raymond Hillsboro
Gillespie Litchfield
Shirley McLean (not an actual sign
Herculaneum McNutt (St.
Antonia Barnhart
Alton Greenville
Raymond Taylor (ville
Pawnee Auburn
Perhaps this will suffice as 'doing something' with the vision.
Yes, I was driving and leveling the camera on the dash for quick bursts.
While picking litter
a folded up profundity
slipped into my fingers
ballpoint on lined paper ...
And what did it say?
You had to have been there.
Or, you could just up and go there now
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Poem
DLWhite
April 30, 2024
On & Off
Moving through the veils
Slowly; encountering fewer
possible knots
Calling into existence
How often and loud
As if simply
On & Off
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Poem
DLWhite
4.30.24
Language Exchange/Intercambio de idiomas
This class connects Spanish and English language learners seeking to improve their conversational skills and meet people from different cultural backgrounds. You will have the opportunity to speak with a partner fluent in the language you are learning and interested in learning yours. Intended for fluent English and Spanish speakers learning the other language. For the convenience of our language learners, this class is between our Spanish and ESL classes.
Esta clase conecta a estudiantes de español e inglés que desean mejorar sus habilidades de conversación y conocer a personas de diferentes culturas. Se ofrece la oportunidad de hablar con un compañero que domina el idioma que se aprende y que está interesado en aprender el suyo. Destinado a hablantes fluidos de español e inglés que aprenden el otro idioma. Por la conveniencia de nuestros estudiantes de idiomas, esta clase se encuentra entre nuestras clases de español y ESL.
Activity Code: 1R554403
OASIS
5501
Wed, Jun 26-Aug 21, 1:30PM-2:00PM
$10 Residents/$15 Non-Residents
How am I?
Let me pick a few ripe fruits
from invisible trees in this garden,
I swear we're standing in right now.
Would you like a tour?
Or, we can sit a bit.
I'll fix you a plate.
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Poem
Copyright David L White
April 21, 2024, 8:15 AM
Once I have sufficiently moistened the little puck, I like being able to share the yellow, or any other color, over multiple surfaces so that I might make better use of the paint.
Play time Tuesday.
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Whittling Kindling
You thought the time spent on the porch
might get you a bird or a whistle,
a whale, turtle, pipe.
You paid attention to proper knives,
care and cleaning, and the
just right wood.
In the end you merely added shavings
to the fire that warmed your life.
A ghost of smoke now.
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© David L White
April 18, 2024
Thursday morning poem
This morning I discovered that Parker Quink ink does not stay put when I brush some watercolor over it.
I wonder if I start with watercolor and come back around. Next experiment, I guess.
I have watched Youtube videos.
I am reminded of the Chinese saying:
"Don't believe what they say. Go see."
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April 13, 2024
I have some experiments to make. I'd like to make them close enough together that I might document what works.
Elbow room.
Here is one of only a few Speedball Dandelions in my first book.
I do NOT mean it to indicate that I ever had any artistic tendencies.
Except for a few speedball black ink dandelions
I made no attempts at artistic embellishments
in my first handwritten book of poetry.
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There is no door - 1974
They Say
There may be some gems in here.
You might have to blow the dust a bit.
Critical minerals might require some smelting.
You get what you pay for.
They say.
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Copyright David White
March 10, 2024, 5:40 AM
Keyword Poetry
The idea has recently been
that the legend is supplied
for you and the map requires
you to fill in the blank page.
It's an idea, a work in progress.
Sweet Dreams
the day was enough of a day
nothing to pack or put away
explain, define, approve, acquire
nothing left to wonder till
far tomorrow seeming distant
slipping between the sheets
the temperature perfect
the humidity A-okay
this old body feels - agreeable
stretching a bit to find a place
every place better than fine
even more than comfortable
no aches, pains, worries, concerns
the breathing ... breathing easily
Sweet dreams soon and
good, good night
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© David L White
4/6/2020 poem
