Friday, December 17, 2004

Plain Things (A Poem)

I'm feeling a bit too tired to write something new about plainness today. But I'd like to paste in a poem called "Plain Things" I wrote some time ago:

Plain Things

The Sun Light at Dawn
Falling on Gray Pavement,
Old Houses,
New leaves, New Grass.

Raw peas pushed from the pod
With a thumb,
Snapping between the teeth,
Squirting juices in the mouth.

All raw fruits,
Blemished and pure
Sweet, tart, ripe,
Broken from their stems
By human hands.

A washed pane of glass
Passing Light
Between bright days
And this dark room.

A Bald head a gray beard.

A bare throat, no pearls.

A smile made of real teeth.

A human face like yours
With colors, flushes, pallors,
Of its own.

- - - Rich Accetta-Evans (May 2002)

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Blogger Lorcan said...

I am always puppies over thy poetry. I often think of thy poem about rain falling on the city.
Thy Friend in the light, and friend in the city,

7:52 AM, December 18, 2004  
Blogger Amanda said...

oh, wow, rich, this brings tears to my eyes and a glow to my heart. What a beautiful mind thee has. thanks for this.


12:19 AM, December 19, 2004  
Blogger Rich in Brooklyn said...

Many thanks to Lorcan (aka Larry) and Amanda for their appreciative comments.

9:25 AM, December 19, 2004  
Blogger msc said...

I just discovered 'Plain Things.' What a very beautiful poem!

6:46 PM, October 14, 2010  
Blogger Rich in Brooklyn said...

Thank you, msc.

10:38 PM, October 14, 2010  
Anonymous Josh said...

Nice post which bit too tired to write something new about plainness today. But I'd like in a poem called "Plain Things". Thanks a lot for posting this article.

8:21 AM, May 01, 2012  

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