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A Poem by Charles Pierre: “Library”

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Hi Paul:

Greetings again from Manhattan. The surface of the ocean, as it changes from hour to hour through the day and night, through different seasons and all kinds of weather, can suggest an endless variety of images. Here is my poem, “Library,” from a new collection-in-progress, Circle of Time.

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

October 16, 2014

By  Paul Goldfinger.  © Ocean Grove sunset.    By Paul Goldfinger. ©

LIBRARY

Waves of the outgoing tide glint with late afternoon light

as they roll across the ocean surface, opening like books

with rounded spines and soft covers spread wide to show

a white froth of pages, fanned front to back by the wind,

glittering drops and jets of rainbow spray flying

from the rows of thick volumes to fill an empty sky,

until the westward slanting sun turns their bright contents

to the pale gold of aging paper, then to dark blue at dusk,

when the spines…

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Getting the cold shoulder from Theresa. It’s the surface of the moon.

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Frozen sand--a new flavor for Weezer next summer.  By Theresa Deckebach. © Citizen photographer for Blogfinger.  Feb. 16, 2015. Ocean Grove. © Frozen sand–a new flavor for Weezer next summer. By Theresa Deckebach. © Citizen photographer for Blogfinger. Feb. 16, 2015. Ocean Grove. ©

“Hello, Blogfinger!  I went for a walk this morning in the sunshine and 1 degree temperature – it was so beautiful.  Very peaceful and sharp—-so few sounds.  Here is one of my frozen fotos.

“I guess you’d call these “sand icebergs” or “sandbergs.” They were hunks of sand encased in ice, broken off from the rest of the icy hunk of sand (sand glacier?)”

Thanks for your site – it’s a treasure.

EZRA KOENIG and KAREN O.   from the film Her.

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