• follower to lead

    how can it seem
    echoed streets are safely hidden
    that caroling is for the living
    the ice deer have melted all our hope
    dear
    in a child of God who cannot cope
    here
    for loom of dope the vapors of the fume
    hath your ramped eyes
    the colder still
    as if the oxen tongue of love were wooing, and I had lost my humble guenevere
    at last of all the market places lit
    there isn’t but a Shelley/Keats to writ
    where normally the matinee were
    moving
    I haven’t been a follower to lead
    and if I ever see you drawing
    windows
    building them in boxes tall and square
    there in taking naps to feel your healing
    with my horizontal lines linear
    as if to say she knows no answer
    as if to say she thinks of me quite well
    the fish with side of slaw goes well with Pinot Grigio
    the girl is of a pearl inside her shell.

  • secrets

    stick this writ in draws of breath
    blown like glass your elder sent
    wrote the note Beethoven heard
    deaf ear fled the wriggling worm
    destitute a test concerned
    regale transcend recall the sperm
    that crawled the wall
    of no return.

  • a moon no more

    there silence
    hand shaking sadly
    primrose peace
    steal composure
    for a plea
    my kingdom for remorse
    setting suns aside
    hidden will
    master plan
    a lonely man
    a tide unturned
    a fist full of quip
    make it quick
    set apart
    a heart to be
    alone your own
    relinquish the fish
    recede tenderly
    cowardly
    a moon no more
    would darken skies
    that tell of woe some
    alibis
    have no thought a dimmest doubt
    I am alone a darkest cloud
    hung up in a sky so blue
    alone at midnight without you.

  • resist the gist

    slip into a ripple of sea too bright to sink unseen
    with everything we haven’t been you’re everything to me
    in some ways greener than the trees in summer sage
    in summer wind to trace the ace of queens
    a child again pretend do we create
    her majestic countryside these United States
    still what will of daffodil fulfilled with no mistakes
    catch a cold on beaches squall call for water breaks
    as the foam blends the bones for fishes washed ashore
    flowering grasses growing tall hiding in the rough
    a child playful as a pup
    her organdy garment soaked above the knee
    tiny hearts sewn on her bonnet
    where there are skies in eyes so blue to untie the moon and let the
    sun be done for a day or two in the backdrop of a set the picturesque
    recessed upset of
    a light too bright for night-
    expect the blessings of the early morning dawn
    your heart is strong the angels caught in the mid heaven
    sing to return the song they stole drunk on the beauty
    of Venus and weary they lay down their arms for peace
    for every living being in the universe, listening to their
    every heartbeat as they are written
    smitten with the love of the elements
    gathering stones to honor the present
    bring the essential tide to cool
    foolish cruelty in the name
    of responsibility-as I am but a
    hypocrite to resist the gist
    of capability.

  • friend for life

    reserved in public places
    she holds back
    what she may want to say
    yet in a candid moment
    the sun has broken
    through the clouds
    when the day becomes beautiful
    and the rainy night abounds
    she is beautiful
    her eyes tell a story
    of the love inside her heart
    that but for the minstrels
    keeps her mind in tune
    the kindness in her gentle hug
    as blind as I am leads me to
    a quiet peace a reverence
    common cast when day is past
    that raises my soul to heal at last
    to all the absurd ambiguity strife
    my sweet friend for life
    with liberty a sacred trust
    an anchor kindred spirit fair
    and just
    every bit as lovely as a doe in the wood
    understanding nobly all is understood
    may she always feel as free and as good as tears may cry
    as an ever changing sunset
    in a most promising sky.

  • he was there

    he smiled encouragement a man of honor
    representing family ethics
    white collar
    mourned the 6 million
    they were martyrs
    Baruch atoi adanoi-as we light the candelabra
    a holy man who hadn’t been to shule
    schools of thought fishes swimming opposite in twos
    upon the Larchmont lawn the morning dew
    he was there but seldom home, were you?
    the evening papers Adli Stevenson
    he believed in him like no other mothers son
    righteous indignation bright external gifts
    all that money could buy-two dollar tips
    cars boats colleges trips
    faithful never able to come to grips
    how he loved horseradish on his gefilte fish.

  • Tolstoy

    June Kaplan Painting - Tolstoy
    Tolstoy ~ 24″ x 18″ ~ acrylic on canvas
  • Idyllic

    June Kaplan Painting - Idyllic
    Idyllic ~ 18″ x 24″ ~ acrylic on canvas