Poet's Circus

In art gallery,
Crowd cheers fool's dancing ranting
-joke on fool or crowd?

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NaPoWriMo Poem #15

Artist in the Renaissance School
By Edward S. Gault

Once there was an artist
In the renaissance school.
He painted and sculpted
He wrote poetry and prose,
He was a photographer.
He spent many hours of the day
Honing each of these disciplines
He would not sell
Until a piece was perfect.
He never sold any pieces.
This went on for years.
Decades.
The honing.
The perfecting.
By the time he was a very old man,
His home had become a gallery
Of some of the finest work in the country
-if only anyone knew of it!
But nobody did.
Eventually, he died.
His children settled his accounts
(there were many).
They sold the house.
They got rid of all the junk.

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Child's Special Moment

Sitting in small chairs,
Parents and teacher talking
-as child shows drawings.

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Museum At Home

A sitting room wall,
Adorned with paintings and crafts
-a life's souvenirs.

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Creating In Circles

Pieces of a Labyrinth
Photography: Edward S. Gault

Somebody comes by,
He sees stones, then builds something.
It stands for that day,
As we all walk by and see it.
Next day, somebody comes by....

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One Single Impression

and Forest River Creations

Special Exhibitions

A child's masterpiece
Taped on refrigerator
-the kitchen gallery.

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Reading Jazz at the Blue

Out of the Blue Art Gallery









Paintig of a shell
points to poet reading Jazz verse
-in bard's gallery.








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Critics!

I did all I could.
Still, they saw something was wrong
-that's all they can see.

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NaPoWriMo #8

Sandy
By Edward S. Gault

It was my job to collect Sandy
From next door and to walk her
The several blocks to school each morning
And then to meet her at the front desk
Of Brookridge Elementary, and walk her home.
It had been arranged by our mothers
Because Sandy was just stating first grade
And didn’t have the experience,
-and I was older.
We talked about how mean our teachers were
(I did, anyway!)
About Jackie falling off the jungle gym at recess
And breaking her collar bone.
About what we made in Art-
Which in my case usually depicted any one of the creatures
That Id seen on the Creature Feature.
She talked about what a brat her brother Benny was
-how he would cuss and get her in trouble all the time!
Benny and I would hang out together quite a bit
And play Johnny Sokko.
We would always be the Gargoyles-
Sandy and this other kid usually got stuck playing the Unicorns.
This all ended when Brad, from my class,
Agreed to come over and play.
But Sandy would not fit into our plans
-and I still had to walk her home.
Brad was a fast walker.
He didn’t wait up for anybody.
It was important to keep up.
As I was trailing him,
Sandy was trailing behind me-
Yelling at the top of her diaphragm
For me to wait up for her.
And crying.
Brad never would hang out with me again.
Sandy’s family moved away
Somtime later.
I never got a second chance.
And I lost so much more besides.



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NaPoWriMo Poem #1

The Month of April is National Poetry Month. I will be participating in National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo, an event in which some of us have committed to writing a poem each day for the next thirty days. As you know I've been on a red hot haiku steak for awhile now, but it's
nice to be participating in this with other poets. I will be pushing myself a little harder this month. The NaPoWriMo event was started by Mareen Thorson.

A True Museum
Poetic Readings
Framed by violin music
-Muses' Gallery.

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