Category: Fiction: Poetry

The Ruins of Brunch A Poem by James Legare 1/29/2019 1. The garbling water the babbling water the undulation of Aquas and Blues in the light of shimmering Oh, the lightness of water, sunlit, dancing Why linger, the patio? The

Foolproof Potion for Love Mint Leaves upon the tongue Orange Zest for the bottom of the glass Peel away the inhibitions Work that spell Stirring-stick into Concoction Townhouse adjacent to the beach terrace between house and sand French doors frame

Running Sandpipers hot grains of sand Sea Grass A restless sea Gulls adrift expanse of Blue rippling, slurring, windswept sand Where Time stands still A second time, and then again And Look! Encroaching clouds. Frothing White. A bank of Blue

-1- Could the Forget-Me-Nots be blue enough? The Ocean’s shores crash with violence. A garden near the beach; how exquisitely I hear. Dry, and yet it surrounds. As a comforting friend. An ocean, nearly, and Blue. We are almost on

Koi Pond Random movements as I watch their dark splendor -as one encounters slumbering magnificence, I glanced unnoticed by the water’s edge with tall grass Sheltered by shadows as I was among, under a bamboo grove surrounds quietly I sit

A Disordered Romance follows, follow me silly. Suffused, the light of dawn, the light of splendor spread over me in gradients “Take me…we must tango.” Dance. Oh, lightness of laughter. This wandering Barque. I shall play the reeds of a

What is the word I am looking for? -Oh yes. FAKE It’s the miasma we don’t dare discuss. Dirty Talkin’ Old Guy charms me with his charisma How does he do it? Red Roses in his Tenderloin Room from a