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Joe Quinton:
5 Poemscopyright 2010
CHILD’S PLAY
It is not writing but the play
Of a child’s hand dipping
Her finger in pigment
Expressing what cannot
Be expressed by an adult
Solid colors filling out
Figures; forms that tempt
Naming but cannot be named
“very like a whale” but it is not
Like a whale or any other shape
That can be named but look
And marvel that one so early
Can produce such treasures
SPRING
It is spring
Still snow
Sits on the ground.
Capricious nature
Does not have calendars
Follows no mans wishes.
Teaches us
Our far-reaching plans
Lie not at our disposing.
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today is a happy day
not the azaleas bursting red
not the lilacs, slyly purple
nor the white buds signaling
the second wave of spring
but the knowledge you are loved
and there is love returned
only sad people don’t see
the love that is in the world
or the fact there is so much
everyone can have more
than their share so rejoice
take your happiness
take your love
you deserve it
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One day
It was not spring
Then green came flowing swift
Clothing all trees, grass and flowers
Summer
GARDEN
this is the garden people go
to see the blooming of illicit love
those poisoned petals and
creeping vines all scented
with the pleasures of stealth
is it not forbidden to cut
these blooms and try to
reproduce them in the home
It is not writing but the play
Of a child’s hand dipping
Her finger in pigment
Expressing what cannot
Be expressed by an adult
Solid colors filling out
Figures; forms that tempt
Naming but cannot be named
“very like a whale” but it is not
Like a whale or any other shape
That can be named but look
And marvel that one so early
Can produce such treasures
SPRING
It is spring
Still snow
Sits on the ground.
Capricious nature
Does not have calendars
Follows no mans wishes.
Teaches us
Our far-reaching plans
Lie not at our disposing.
Untitled
today is a happy day
not the azaleas bursting red
not the lilacs, slyly purple
nor the white buds signaling
the second wave of spring
but the knowledge you are loved
and there is love returned
only sad people don’t see
the love that is in the world
or the fact there is so much
everyone can have more
than their share so rejoice
take your happiness
take your love
you deserve it
Untitled
One day
It was not spring
Then green came flowing swift
Clothing all trees, grass and flowers
Summer
GARDEN
this is the garden people go
to see the blooming of illicit love
those poisoned petals and
creeping vines all scented
with the pleasures of stealth
is it not forbidden to cut
these blooms and try to
reproduce them in the home
Biographical Note: Joe Quinton is a recent resident of Chester County, Pennsylvania after lives spent in Providence, Boston, West Palm Beach and Kingsville, Texas. He came to poetry after retiring and seeking some form of expression. He finds it serves as a journal of life today and a memento of what was once. Both themes appear and reappear in his poetry. Joe is a regular contributor to Creek Road Gang. See the Author Index for Poetry to find more of his work.
