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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

   

 

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS


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light enters the ocean and arches back up
in the colors of a circle partially hidden or
a tree that bends down sweeping and swaying
luminous leaves of red, green, yellow, and purple
from the stormy winds of thunderheads
that drizzle patches of falling splendor upon the scene
I don’t take your craziness personally
since it is already in the playground
of my mind as swings and slides
the glory of broken rays and music
that hasn’t yet been played

Michelle:
It’s a summer of suffocation. Thoughts crossing
oracular our roof tiles, hunting for the moth in me

wandering around all night. The softness of its powdered wings
recall the touch between you and the one you think you love.

The meantime represents its evidence: No disparagement,
no impunity but a fever on request for unstoppable oscillation.

Nora:
My skirt is a design Karl Lagerfeld mentioned. Discernment,
disavowal? I think I suffer a repulsion against my family’s attachment

to inherited materials. Skin, the one I wear, moistens hair
grows ocean smell, follows its thirst, its hunger. Ordered or not

I disband the modifier, do away with moribund requirements.
I share your unalterable longing for new reflections.

breath of the sea
in the buoy bell
a voice
from fish-swelled water
all night the loss the loss

in the conch
a whiff of the sea
deep voice
rolls its pinwheel sound
obstacle course for a soul

buoy bell
the echo on the sand
in a skull
a loving face appeared
if you were lucky

a skull of roses
the coming and going
of ants
filled with the ruins
of something loved

 

The exchanges of thoughts between Michelle and Nora can be
a menace without negotiator or could be interpreted as the nuns’

moaning in a menagerie of like-minded mammals.
What finally will be deprived, what will wait to get entrusted

to become compulsory? Organ by organ remind the student
that relocating one heart’s imprints needs hard trained advisors.

Handling a 12 inch shell, we defrost abalone. Former boundaries
and sea-colors break. We wish to learn more about Mother of Pearls.

As if hesitation can become part of activity, those salt-masked
creatures realign themselves for an unexpected purpose

                                                                                          halves
half persuaded                                                                       traveling incognito

to see such a miracle gives one the faith
that we too can walk on the water, calm the waves
and let our light so shine that even the dullest
can see the doorways we are to the other world

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