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<B>Jigsaw Pieces</b></div> <div> <B>Listening</b></div> <div> <B>Woman in the Moon</b></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFBF0" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>K.de Jong</b></FONT>    |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="K.de Jong"><U>home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="About Me"><U>About Me</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Poetry"><U>Poetry</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id33.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Page 2"><U>Page 2</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id32.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Page 3"><U>Page 3</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id24.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Page 4"><U>Page 4</U></A>   |   <B>Page 5</b>   |   <A HREF="id34.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="page 6"><U>page 6</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id36.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Page 7 "><U>Page 7 </U></A>   |   <A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="page 8"><U>page 8</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id35.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Page 9 "><U>Page 9 </U></A>   |   <A 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<div>  names it</div> <div>  frames it</div> <div> hangs it</div> <div> on a wall somewhere</div> <bR> <div> knowing nothing changes</div> <div> wars will not stop </div> <div> and bombs will continue </div> <div> exploding rainbows</div> <bR> <div> the Poet writes</div> <div> perhaps his words</div> <div> a parasol against</div> <div>   </div> <div> the </div> <div> soft </div> <div> colored </div> <div> drops</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> Power Failure</b></div> <div> In my corner of the world</div> <div> the power fails</div> <div> and sounds of civilization </div> <div> cease within the grid</div> <bR> <div>  outside </div> <div> headlights rip</div> <div> holes in the night </div> <div> letting cars slip through</div> <bR> <div> inside</div> <div> my fingertips</div> <div> caress</div> <div> the liquid darkness</div> <bR> <bR> <div>                                                                </div> <div> <B> Prints                 </b><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >    </FONT>                               </div> <div> My head rests against the wall</div> <div> as I read </div> <div> the newspaper</div> <div> in my lap</div> <bR> <div> My pores absorb</div> <div> the lives </div> <div> as they are released</div> <div> by black ink</div> <bR> <div> I am the Politician, Oil Baron</div> <div> Park rapist, Wall Street Broker</div> <div> Priest and Teacher</div> <bR> <div> and my fingertips</div> <div> repeat their stories</div> <div> to whoever they meet</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Small Things   </b></div> <div> Just putting in time</div> <div> standing in line</div> <div>  waiting my turn </div> <div>  at the counter </div> <div>                                                  </div> <div> started thumbing through</div> <div> a "Reduced to Clear"</div> <div> and found a real</div> <div> pretend rhinestone necklace</div> <bR> <div> got serious about the task</div> <div> found the earrings at last                                                    </div> <div> tucked way down </div> <div> at the bottom</div> <bR> <div> later that night</div> <div> when the time was right</div> <div> gave them </div> <div> to a young little lady                                                     </div> <bR> <div>  Can't imagine</div> <div>  her reaction</div> <div> had they been real</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Liquid Pictures </b></div> <div> While neon lights sweep leaves<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> down the street </div> <div> and the music drifts</div> <div>  from the corner to mix</div> <div> with the blue haze</div> <div> the peanuts and the pretzels</div> <div> sit forgotten</div> <div> and even the bartender</div> <div> gave up on conversation</div> <div> and just watches</div> <div>  while I paint</div> <div> liquid pictures</div> <div> in the sweat</div> <div> left behind from my glass</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> </b><B>Whispers</b></div> <div> Scents of summer</div> <div> simmer on my stove</div> <div> before I capture them</div> <div> in clear mason jars</div> <bR> <div>  store them</div> <div> on dull gray shelves</div> <div> listen to them</div> <div> whisper in the dark</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Turning out the Stars</b></div> <bR> <div> Patio lights dancing </div> <div> in my glass of whiskey</div> <bR> <div> while I'm sittin' here picking</div> <div> my five string guitar</div> <div>  </div> <div> looking at the letter</div> <div> that you left on the table</div> <div>   </div> <div> just a single sheet</div> <div> of paper</div> <bR> <div> colored flowers </div> <div> down the edge</div> <div>  </div> <div> ice runs to water</div> <div> as night turns to day </div> <bR> <div> leaving my my five stringed guitar</div> <div> to turn out the stars</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>The Family Farm</b></div> <bR> <div>  As he stood watching them </div> <div> dance in celebration of union</div> <div> his thoughts drifted back</div> <div> to the first time his son </div> <div> had brought her home</div> <bR> <div> how her high heels had sunk</div> <div> deep into the ground</div> <div> down around the barn</div> <div> and he ended up carrying her </div> <div> in his arms laughing</div> <div> shoes dangling </div> <div> from her fingertips</div> <div> her laughter </div> <div> stirring memories </div> <div> of another years ago</div> <bR> <div> then the words</div> <bR> <div> the lure of a better life</div> <div> in the city of faraway lights</div> <div> how his son had said his farming </div> <div>  would not  be done on land </div> <div> but in test tubes and culture dishes                                                      </div> <div> in sterile white labs</div> <bR> <div> How his dreams had disappeared</div> <div> like the summer rains</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>The Night We Camped</b></div> <bR> <div> Remember the night we pretended</div> <div> we were camping outdoors</div> <div> and slept </div> <div> on the dining room floor</div> <bR> <div> elephants of our imagination</div> <div> came charging from the kitchen </div> <div> and we hid under the covers </div> <div> afraid they'd step on our heads</div> <bR> <div> and we roasted marshmallows</div> <div> over the toaster</div> <div> because we didn't have </div> <div> a fireplace</div> <bR> <div> Remember how the dawn </div> <div> chased away the dark?</div> <bR> <div>   </div> <div>                                                                                               </div> <div>           </div> <div> <B>coloring stick people</b></div> <div> he sits at the end of the table</div> <div> where she put him</div> <div> close yet out</div> <div> of her way</div> <div> and a  pile of crayons grows</div> <div> around the legs of his chair</div> <div> and he draws pictures</div> <div> of stick people</div> <div> standing in front </div> <div> of their houses smiling</div> <div> likes he imagines they do</div> <div> he listens as she moves</div> <div> around the kitchen</div> <div> mixing, stirring,</div> <div> whipping </div> <div> as she bakes</div> <div> and he is washed</div> <div> by the heat of the oven </div> <div> as she opens it</div> <div> to slide screaming pans</div> <div> into the hot darkness</div> <div> then as she stands behind him</div> <div> her breath warm upon his skin </div> <div> she guides his fingertips</div> <div> over areas uncolored</div> <div> and places another crayon</div> <div> in his grip</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> Buffalo Jump</b></div> <div> Salamanders slide</div> <div> from their places </div> <div> in the sun</div> <div> to hide and watch </div> <div> through empty eyes </div> <div> of weather beaten skulls</div> <bR> <div> and tongues of grass</div> <div> slide against my legs  </div> <div> as I pass</div> <div> to stand beneath </div> <div> the killing shelf</div> <bR> <div> <I>for the beast</I></div> <div> <I> days of slow deception</I></div> <div> <I>step towards a end  </I></div> <bR> <div> Its top is blurred </div> <div> lost against the sun </div> <div> and I can hear the thunder </div> <div> of  the running herd</div> <div>                      </div> <div> while behind me tree limbs </div> <div> rub and rattle </div> <div> like dry bones </div> <div> in the wind</div> <bR> <div> <I>as slow seduction </I></div> <div> <I>is consummated  </I></div> <div> <I>upon this quilt </I></div> <div> <I>of jagged rock</I></div> <bR> <div> and the cry</div> <div> of the eagle</div> <div>  drifts</div> <div>  down </div> <div>  from </div> <div>  above</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Melody</b></div> <bR> <div> First one </div> <div> than another</div> <div> and another </div> <div>  then more</div> <div> against the canvas</div> <div>  over my head</div> <bR> <div> Raindrops</div> <div> singing me </div> <div> to sleep</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> Change</b></div> <bR> <div> Your fragrance went first</div> <div> funny how it followed </div> <div> so quickly</div> <bR> <div> I had hoped </div> <div> it would linger</div> <div> perhaps outlive the roses</div> <bR> <div>  Afterplay</div> <div> it should be called</div> <div> alter the words</div> <div> change the ending </div> <bR> <bR> <div>  <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>Jigsaw Pieces</b></FONT></div> <bR> <div>  That night in Montreal</div> <div> I felt you become </div> <div>  part of me</div> <bR> <div> felt you bond</div> <div> and knew you would </div> <div> grow inside me</div> <bR> <div> that night in Montreal </div> <div> I gave you</div> <div> my Mothers middle name</div> <bR> <div> completing </div> <div>  my jigsaw puzzle </div> <div> of love</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Listening</b></div> <bR> <div> She sits there,</div> <div> listening</div> <div> not speaking</div> <div> doesn't wish too,</div> <div> needles clicking</div> <div> working yarn,</div> <div> from a ball</div> <div> at her feet.</div> <div> into a pattern,</div> <div> hiding behind</div> <div> a growing piece </div> <div> of locked stitches,</div> <div> while my Father</div> <div> speaks,</div> <div> hoping </div> <div> I am absorbing</div> <div> his wisdom</div> <div> but I quit</div> <div> ceased</div> <div> moments ago,</div> <div> my attention riveted</div> <div> on a fly </div> <div> beyond his head,</div> <div> walking</div> <div> upside down,</div> <div> stopping, feeling, </div> <div> tasting, searching, </div> <div> continuing</div> <div> and I nod</div> <div> not in agreement</div> <div> with what is being said</div> <div> but for the fly,</div> <div>  who becomes bored</div> <div>  with the empty</div> <div> tasteless wall,</div> <div> spreads his wings</div> <div> and soars</div> <div>  </div> <bR> <div>   </div> <div> <B>Woman in the Moon</b></div> <div> My Father always said</div> <div> "Look at the man in the moon"</div> <div> and Mother replied </div> <div> " that can't be true</div> <div>  because grown men </div> <div> race each other there?"          </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>