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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Long Island: Oh So Fresh (or, Coming Home Girl)

Returning to Long Island
quickens her tired spirit,
recharges her anemic soul.
She skips flat rocks just
like she was a kid again;
chews a deli ham ‘n Swiss
on a buttered hard roll.

She breathes in the fresh
salty island sea breezes,
buys local produce fresh
from the island farms;
takes mid-day naps on
crisp, fresh-made linens,
dreams fresh dreams of
her old lovers’ charms.

Tho’ people, places, ‘n
things have sadly faded
over all the years; and
tho’ she knows there’s
no truly going back;
this coming home girl
remains forever young,
and local legend claims,
is still fresh in the sack.

~gj duerrschmidt

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Key West: The Great Comeback (or, Old Men and Old Cars)

Over time, the paint has faded,
but not so has the dream;
a setback here,
a challenge there,
but hope's brighter
than things seem.

First, there were the surgeries for
a hernia and cataracts;
hypertension here,
bout of gout there;
but I’m okay now,
ignoring facts.

Then, Vinnie’s transmission,
brakes, and steering too;
a thou$and here,
a thou$and there;
but just like me, he’s
good as new.

Sometimes road trips must wait
on old cars and old men;
yes, we’re still here,
getting it in gear;
but soon back on
the road again.

~gj duerrschmidt
~vinnie van go

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Water Soluble: On Lost Innocence

When things are new,
not yet explored;
when family members
are most adored;
when sin is unknown,
much like the Lord;
a child is most blessed
and innocent.

The world is a shiny,
beautiful place;
fairytale stories bring
smiles to the face;
joys that adulthood too
soon will erase;
for no one stays young
and innocent.

Soon there is suffering,
sadness, and pain;
dark days with rain.
Why does life become
cruel and insane?
Man’s nature washes
away his innocence.

~gj duerrschmidt