Jon Weaver paints

SILENCE SPEAKS

 

John Doyle writes

Song for Harold Lloyd

Harold Lloyd,

you're a pinball

stuck in grid-iron fields,

kicking field-goals

for the girl of your dreams,

glasses half-steamed,

as the game comes to its Charleston slacks and shoes finale -

the universe lies exposed

in twinkling stars on Mildred Davis’s sunrise cheeks.

Harold Lloyd, 1928,

girls in flappers run to you,

the rising of cool-cool steam, a nickelodeon of future dreams

David Allen writes

Carol

Carol,

you came again

blown in from

the winter wind,

smiling to warm the night.

How did you know

I’d be alone?

We talked long,

read our poems,

drank tea, and then

you left

without ever

taking off your coat.

 The Tea Party -- John Tenniel, from Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"