magpie tales, Poetry


magpie tales no 299

fresh and new
we were there

open fields blue skies
we kissed the world hello

today a photo revives
that day that surrender

kismet we were
firmly planted

drenched in seduction
the sense of serene surround

there was you
in front of that shop

on that day
we were fresh and new

notes to self: amazing how a photo captures… regardless of time it’s there… no fooling nobody… thinking it fads… as a prairie dog lifting up its head… 

magpie tales, Poetry


Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, Bonnie Beechler

Hanging up curtains
winter weather snow falling
summer’s heat shadow

frosty walk rescue
snowdrift wandering white world
traces of time melt

hearing sounds of spring
awaken the sleepy dawn
tracks of time crisscross

laughter’s monologue
bygone boarder detritus
stowaway stories

flames of consciousness
notice not the waning want
crackling quiet

magpie no 210, photo: Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler

magpie tales, Poetry



Just inside one window
the mind burrows beneath
a tender blanket of quiet
sleepless vigil the sun sets
into a next day dawn

Eating white crackers
for dinner, a sip of red wine
spills on white
tomorrow’s light will tell all

Feet walking somewhere
a muffled sound of life passing
no longer does the daily paper arrive
waiting for another’s voice

It’s almost time
a one cigarette smoke
outside beckoning balcony alone
calls in from an open window
a vacanted chair materializes

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Magpie no 207, photo: Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien. there are always waiting voices in buildings. waiting to speak, to be heard. I’ve listened and heard of lives lived, passed on… though some stay behind…