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AHA On-line Books
2008

 

A FILM OF WORDS
Symbiotic Multi-genre Poetry

Jane Reichhold
Werner Reichhold

 

     
       

Table of Contents

Jane's works are in italic; Werner's are in normal fonts.

Introduction

MESSAGES FROM MARS

ADDING 2 TO TWO

OPEN ME CAREFULLY

TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

MILLENNIUM MUSIC

HOW DARE THEY?

HOUSES OF THE HEART

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

HER HYMN

PRIZE POEM

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

A SUITCASE OF KANSAS

INTO MY HEART

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS

PUBIC CRIMES

BILL'S BILLS

GAMESTERS

SENIOR PICTURES

     

 

ADDING 2 TO TWO

Employing my cat’s tail to dust off the printer
its tiny lighthouse signals “out of paper”
out of an arrested thought busted and checked for 
virtual fountains of older woods in progress   
now oil now liquid: 
a square of roots climbing intravenous heat.
Wasn’t the gray-haired driver seen in the software’s seat?
Two persons having the same dream calculating reality
 

thin singing
of one in love
the plucked
string vibrates
with another

gentle evening
madrigals chorus
of long-lost love
from the lute I find
the thrill of desire

Please, guidebook serve mapped help, show us the camels’ path to wells.
Shock stay away from comprehending what it may hold: a fata morgana.

I am flattered. I feel tongue-tied. I saw Moses’ basket floating by,
shades of faces not compatible with linear discoveries.

Read about fresh loans for a home if one buys in to an abounded child left
plus two pit bull puppies. All of the three Americans have equal chances.

cadence
the cat purrs a tune
just as old
accompanied by a stirring
below the belly's billow

coming inside
to a willing body's music
falling rain
arches over the dryness
as it enters a new life

 

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a teacher wears
the face of years
borrowed
folk wisdoms fluent
from fresh new mouths

tongues
entering dead mothers
voices
the village maidens
resurrect lives as song

In the thrill of taking on a partner, both DNA tests show healthy solar plexus
and allergies for – damn – I forgot the angelic sequence.

Dining out - and then the uproar: the chewy part was a grilled Wolf’s brain.
Modifying joy, assuming the biography of a Queen salmon read aloud.

women
of a certain age
beyond caring
surprised by the intensity
of the simplest touch

a string quartet
pulls up so slowly
a heaviness
tied deep in a female body
feelings buried by the years

 
dripping – isn’t that stilled by the lilac’s blue? Spasms
of a verse-club counting moments netted in a wire’s red.
Tempted by Egyptian walls    the one relief I kissed
a secretary revealing papyrus blessed by a Nile of nymphs
steps worn out          stone after stone               worn in feet 

       
       
 

 

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Previously Published in Lynx XXIII:2, June 2008
Text and Images Copyright © Designated Authors 2008