Tag: memory
member name: John F Walter
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December 19, 2008 03:31 PM EST --
you imagine oatmeal
wish for a hot shower
then view again a shore a sea
zoom back to your tracks
tamped into wet sand
it's started raining on your bed
but there's no parasol
flung . . .
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February 28, 2007 02:13 PM EST --
For my youngest brother Patrick Walter, brilliant and versatile actor and writer, now living with his beautiful wife Monika and baby Yrja in Norway's northernmost Arctic Circle, who probably has . . .
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April 15, 2009 08:35 PM EDT --
for my father, John Walter, who died April 13, 1984
Deathday.
I bear Dad´s name;
his love of history.
Alexandria´s stacks burned down
today.
JFW, 13 de abril, 2009
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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October 18, 2008 05:16 PM EDT --
when you fling yourself upon that time
no when you touch it back into life
the core episode savored like a drug
like memory´s fuel-injection system
boosting your custom-built time machine
you . . .
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February 21, 2006 07:31 AM EST --
for C. Brian Maddox
The Caribbean palm just looked dead leaning against the squat green house.
The shadow it cast overwhelmed a crabgrass lawn thick with old newspapers.
I looked for the FOR RENT or . . .
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September 20, 2007 11:12 AM EDT --
For my dear friend here on Gather and fellow pre Simulationist poet Amy George, to whom I turned for advice on a poem for the first time last night, and whose key suggestion changed this piece from . . .
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December 30, 2007 09:44 PM EST --
For Yorgo D., dazzling young writer and Gather´s music critic of virtuosic talent, whose article today entitled Hollywood And The Primacy Of Dreams, which can be found at http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977215478, . . .
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March 12, 2006 10:52 AM EST --
for my brother Michael Walter, 1960-1991
The cloud eats up the crow.
In the sunless pond, sticks
float by like a woman's eyes
in a mirror.
I surrender to the crying jag;
I wail.
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February 15, 2006 10:10 PM EST --
for Jeannine Zenti
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I don't feel like talking (on the telephone).
I don't feel like listening (to others' problems.)
I don't feel like hanging out (and getting bored.)
I don't . . .
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February 28, 2006 06:11 AM EST --
for Katya Kallsen
If we took a walk down to our pier
carrying sesame crackers and semillon,
if we found a summer to lean upon
making believe the water's clear,
if we drank the wine without . . .
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June 08, 2006 07:49 PM EDT --
For my spouse Inmaculada Cara Martin
If there were indeed a thousand and something nocturnes
they might have come bottled in handblown vials and jars, . . .
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December 14, 2007 03:56 AM EST --
For Angela Claire Dotson. The first part of this poem was originally titled On The Other Side Of The Sierras. It appeared on Gather on March 19, 2006. I have since added a new free verse section to . . .
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February 20, 2006 08:25 PM EST --
for Laura Mercer
A grill forms between us, grass widow--
who sings the melic, who Dies Irae?
In our confessional a roundelay
gusts frozen winds across this sere meadow.
You focus the lens, scumble . . .
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February 27, 2006 10:54 AM EST --
for Patrick Walter
Taking the wooden blocks out of their box,
then gripping their dense shapes in tiny palms,
I nodded to my brother, and so began
the building of the temple, fort, and man.
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