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(Photo of Alan Cohen)

 

Matters

 

The most important things are the simplest

And must be learned as often as every day

I blame fear

But feel only lazy and disinclined, forgetful

 

When I close my eyes

Concentrate

They seem as near and obvious as toes

But then I donŐt want what I want

DonŐt want what I have

DonŐt want what I know, knew, expect to know

 

Must find another new path

Go back

And fix

What cannot be found, change, mean, grow, or be

Broken, recalled, forgotten

 

 

 

Losing Is Everything II

 

What remains obscure

Is a living body

It holds its destiny teeming within:

Colors, descants, perfumes implicit

Ripe and shimmering and warm

 

Immodesty prospers during life

Proffers itself a slice at a time

Its beauties products

Its romance fame

Spread thin, consumed, bones

 

 

 

 

The Mind

 

An instrument

We can only tune

By senseless instinct

With no notion

 

Of goal

Medium

Magnitude

Or capacity

 

To see congruence

Define

Explore

Remake

 

To dock with circumstance

Affect

Others

And transmit

 

Joy, longing

Sorrow, anger

Home, loss

Transcendence

 

No hint

No clue

No promise

No way

 

No word

 

Wonder

Winter

 

 

 

Outside/Inside

 

 

The waitress brings our lunch

She is not a waitress

But a woman who works as a waitress

 

The music of the fountain

Soothes our ruffled spirits

We love the graceful water

How it flirts with gravity

 

We do not want to know about

The repulsion

Electricity

Vacuum

Pump

Hidden in the stone

Like pipes in a building

 

 

 

Naming the Flowers, Birds and Trees Whose Names I Cannot Find or Recall

 

My life is two thirds over

I have no need of convention

ŇThat was to come later

When life had begun to go so fast

That accepting would take the place

Of knowing and believingÓ

—Faulkner, Light in August

Give them my name

No not mine

The names I choose for them

 

© Alan Cohen

 

Bio: Alan Cohen/Poet first/Then PCMD, teacher, manager/Living a full varied life/To optimize time and influence/Deferred publication, wrote/Average 3 poems a month/For 60 years/Beginning now to share some of my discoveries/Married to Anita 40 years/in Eugene, OR, these past 10 years