Ayn Timmerman Poems
- A Park In Paris Grey skies, grey water in ...
- Radio With a flick of a switch I discovered the ...
- Reconstruction Broken soul glass works the shards in deep a...
- Insects Japanese beetle lace hangs as delecately as ...
- The Death Of A Small Town They're putting up a Wal-mart at ...
- Did You Catch It? Abstractions of me, a view from ...
- Feel It, Believe It I pause, each time one brushes by, ...
If you read this you will judge me. That is pretty sad, but reality.
I'm a painter by trade, but when I started flunking chemistry at college last year, I started writing poems to stay awake. Its a good way to capture the feeling in a moment, and to record what happens in life. I am addicted to reading, and my best friend (a real live writer/poet) re-introduced me to poetry at some ... more »
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A Park In Paris
Grey skies, grey water
Bare branches turning
the barest of green
Chase the pigeons children,
while the old people watch,
seated in their wicker chairs.
and unleashed dogs,
I cannot name
above toothy rowhouses
leaning into one another-
Spring in the park.
(Paris, March 2008)