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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

   

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

spinach
half-n-half
coffee
bread
low fat hot dogs’
buns
apples’
oatmeal
eggs’
honey
noodles’
cat food
hamburger
capers’
rice milk
onions’
mouthwash

Imagine a land where queens ruled
mothers who gave life were the ones
the only ones who could take life.

Less prisons, no death rows,
no capital punishment - less courts
only a few judges needed for the motherless.

You see in this land of right mothers were given
as they had given, the power of life and death
over their own children.

If a mother found her child to lack what she wanted
him or her to be, she like the potter smashing the
crooked pot back into the clay pit, could do likewise.

Think how sons would treat their mothers
if they knew she had the right on any day
to end their life as easily as she let it begin.

Think how daughters would listen to mom
if they knew she only needed to raise her arm
and point her thumb downwards.


dialing        the fiber
optics
lit by a stranger’s question
incongruous a cry
in the night of the matter

dream words’ proximity
they seem to get closer
to a nearby spider web
erecting the angle over
a base one dares to trust

                        autumn
things she warms
are not departing
through rays of the spine a shift
away from talk about animals

on the verge of entry yet how to explain the olive
tree flourishing on an island no one goes to anymore?

who could say that dreams make us honest at last
measured with a five at the twenty-espresso mark

 

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even the horticulturist believes in the mystical onyx
though that is without significance the coincidence

that hollyhocks root themselves into summer soil
a loving script they believe to be in fragments

and allow themselves to be held in the stories
of children who have ascended the night stairs

unarmed
velocity
keel over down to silence
half turned a face
habitual as the moon

wing from
the more absent
ivory-feathered attention
bird  can you call closer
the color of coming

in layers   gestured    stone from inside out

If a mother killed her children no one
questioned her right – it was her decision
she alone could decide and do.

Animals live like this and there were times
when this wisdom lived within the bodies
that bore the human babies in those days.

Maybe we have lost something we need.

peaches’
cream
raspberries’
dream-whip

 

   
   
 

 

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