is joni a poet...?
from ' for the roses '
i heard it in the wind last night
it sounded like applause
chilly now
end of summer
no more shiny hot nights
it was just the arbutus rustling
and the bumping of the logs
and the moon swept down black water
like an empty spotlight
from ' hejira '
white flags of winter chimneys
waving - truce against the moon
in the mirrors of a modern bank
from the window of a hotel room
from ' paprika plains '
it fell from midnight skies
it drummed on the galvanized
in the washroom, women tracked the rain
up to the make - up mirror
liquid soap and grass
and jungle gardenia crash
on pine - sol and beer...
it's stifling in here...
i've got to get some air...
i'm going outside to get some air
from ' edith and the kingpin '
edith in his bed
a plane in the rain is humming
the wires in the walls are humming
some song - some mysterious song
bars in her head
beating frantic and snowblind
romantic and snowblind
she says - his crime belongs
from ' i think i understand '
sometimes voices in the night will call me back again
back along the pathway of a troubled mind
when forest rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane
i'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time
oh, i think i understand
fear is like a wilderland
steeping stones or sinking sand
i think these passages speak for themselves, they are certainly poetry to my
ears !
joinily yours,
warren keith
p.s. but the cleaner from des moines
could put a coin
in the door of a john
and get twenty for one
it's just luck !
