several poems from the archives

For those of you who know me, you may know that I once wrote poetry. I would like to again but the words have not materialized. But these are from days when words flowed. I hope to post more.

baby bird

mwest, 2007-8

i sat at a tree

and watched a bird 

teach her chick to fly

at first she stumbled,

but eventually she flew.

Curiosity Killed the Bitch

mwest, 2007-8

G-d must be a man

and this the ultimate joke--

for seven days in every month

you'll bleed and bleed.

That is what you get

when you bite the apple.

the better language

mwest, 2007-8

who decides which is the better language?

I will take English,

you can keep Russian

we didn't communicate, anyway.

New York in the six o'clock shadows

mwest, 2008

All the New York orchids

white, dust shaped

in rows,

the mist covers the city dark

but spring is growing 

everywhere.

City Hall park,

the white pink Japanese flowers

and plants beneath the gray sky.

I could die right now,

if this was the last thing I saw.