Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

18 Haiku

The utter duckness

of a small black duck gliding

down a seamless stream


A wine like our lives—

berries and pepper above;

underneath, a rose


A train’s lonesome horn

punctuates the lowly drone

of a passing plane


*


Sitting in a pub

drinking wine while the sun sets

in eternity


Seen through a window,

one pinwheel spins in the breeze—

my own whirling life


Such pretty people

doing spectacular things 

for us on tv!


*


Cloud faces kissing

as they roam in an ocean

of sweltering sky


Stone still, serious,

awaiting the appearance 

of the mysterious


Maybe the point of

growing old is noticing

ever more and more


**


Toddling through folly

but unashamed of oneself—

like Mister Magoo!


When I drink a glass

of wine, it’s always for some

higher purpose...


My friends, I must say:

one glass of wine is really

not very much wine!


*


He told all his friends

“The key to the kingdom’s not

texting!” via text


What saint strives to save

our souls more fiercely than he

strives to save his own?


For much of his life

he prepared for an attack

that never happened


*


Were all of these friends 

I’d known before quarantine

just phantoms from dreams?


After all, music

is really just a kind of

fanciful silence


The deeper sleeper

tends to see his waking life

as another dream




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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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