FOR MARJORIE AT SEVENTY-NINE

(Inspired by Janis Ian)

No truth to learn at seventy-nine
Except that living on is fine.
So many friends now turned to dust,
Their camaraderie once robust.
A few, surviving faint and frail,
Now faraway as memories fail.
No unlived dream for which to yearn —
At seventy-nine not much to learn,

Except sometimes the past unwinds
And leaves a word or thought behind,
A song or phrase recalls a scene —
The world was old at seventeen
But still too young for “might have been”
Before the births and deaths begin —
Now living on is fine
At seventy-nine.

You’ve got your true love at your side
To share the times we’ve laughed and cried,
Our magic moments still alive
For love has helped them to survive.
“Together” is now a precious word,
The sweetest song we’ve ever heard
And each new day a Valentine
To share together — at seventy-nine.

No need for old age solitaire
Sheltered in places with despair,
No time to waste remembering when
“Remember was” will come again:
The present’s a wide and shining place
For past and future to embrace
And living on is just divine
At seventy-nine.

(FROM SANIBEL JOE AT NINETY)

Winter Solstice 2003
(Year of my Quintuple Bypass)

I thought at first
The cataracts had come back —
the sun glinting cold and yellow
over the tennis courts
brought out the Bollé glasses.

Nor was noon better —
the sun still low and stuck in time
as I drove on the causeway
to and from
the mainland mall madness,
gray gulf and sky,
whatever shred was left of day
shrouded in jaundiced twilight.

For once I was relieved
to see night begin
with Venus burning bright
and low like a jetliner
and even lower on the horizon —
the thin crescent of moon
slivering into renewal.

From darkest day had come
most shining night
and on this longest night
of my longest year —
the promise
of ever-brightening days
waiting to rise
above my horizons.

Joe Pacheco

Marco Island Writers

A collection of stories and poems from Marco Island Writers, covering a wide breadth of topics both fictional and true. This fourth anthology in the series contains forty-nine original stories and poems.

All 4 volumes are available for sale at every Marco Island Writers meeting & at the Marco Island Farmer’s Market [in season]. Members’ price $8.00, non-members $12.00, or a set of all four $29.00. See Pauline for purchase.

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Pineapple Wine: Poems of Maui
by Jill Jennings

Fort Myers, Florida resident Jill Jennings has completed her third full-length book of poetry, this one a chronicle of  the years she spent living in Kihei, Maui. Come along with her and find out who is a haole, and who is a kama aina; taste a Hawaiian mixed plate lunch and try some pineapple wine from up island. Experience a tree in Lahaina that takes up two whole city blocks, and visit some of the best beaches in the world. In this collection of poems, every day is pau hana Friday, and we all look better in an aloha shirt!

Books may be purchased from the author in person or by emailing her at magistra2jennings@gmail.com; from Amazon.
Jill Jennings may be reached at www.jilljennings.org.

Jennings — Dead Man’s Flower

Dead Man’s Flower, by Jill Jennings

Dead Man’s Flower (2012) Poems of loss and longing; family love and disconnection, grief and recovery, homesickness and wanderlust, Europe, Maui and the Mainland dominate this collection. Follow the award-winning author as she pulls up stakes and moves to Kihei, Maui, Hawaii, where she encounters a world of the sacred and the commercial, of rain forests and desert, beaches with a history and locals who love to tell her about it; while back home in Georgia her old life keeps evolving and her family is growing smaller and smaller. $12.95

Books may be purchased from the author in person or by emailing her at magistra2jennings@gmail.com or from the publisher, Yawn’s Books Canton, Georgia
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ill Jennings may be reached at www.jilljennings.org or magistra2jennings@gmail.com

The Poetry Alarm Clock, by Jill Jennings

The Poetry Alarm Clock (2008) In this book you will meet a drunk with smeared lipstick who shows up only at midnight; a lady enshrined forever on a restaurant wall; a little boy with Shaken Child Syndrome who just wants a home; a colonel in the Army who wears orange socks; and a factory worker in a drug plant who runs out of pills for herself. Award-winning poems set like jewels in a jester’s crown, this collection will appeal to you, even if you hated poetry in high school. $11.95

Books may be purchased from the author in person or by emailing her at magistra2jennings@gmail.com; from Amazon and iUniverse.
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Once again I have the good fortune to celebrate my birthday (July 21) and Moon Day (July 20th) at my Sanibel home with my wife Marjorie, my daughters Randy and Allegra and all four of my grandchildren, It will be the 88th year of my journey on our planet and my Moon Day poem celebrates a great moment in that journey.

Click the first link if you wish to hear the 2013 broadcast of the Moon Day poem.
http://news.wgcu.org/post/where-were-you-july-20-1969

Click the second link to read the poem as it appeared on the website Your Daily Poem.
http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=1535

Thank you for sharing these moments with me.
Joe Pacheco aka Sanibel Joe

IN THIS HOUSE

Prone on the sagging divan
I see the breeze flirt with the curtains
Through the open window

Bolts of sun shoot into the room
Archways caress them
Into shadows of themselves

Landscapes warm wheat-hued walls
Taormina, Taranto, Rockport Harbor
Dream tips

Just when sleep soothes my aching back
Wind gusts the French doors wide
Waking my wandering mind

I could die in this house

Gary McLouth

 “Eclipse” is a villanelle which appears in my weekly poetry column, “Poetry Place” at SantivaChronicle.com

Eclipse

Beyond my window blooms the moon
Hangs ripe and full before sunrise
Moonbeams scatter round the room

Awakened from night’s cocoon
Circle of light before me lies
Beyond my window blooms the moon

Over the moon a shadow looms
Watching it grow I’m mesmerized
Moonbeams scatter round the room

Lunar light will darken soon
Earth masks moon as it arrives
Beyond my window blooms the moon

Penumbra passes light resumes
Emerging from its dark disguise
Moonbeams scatter round the room

Serenely shining ancient rune
With the power to hypnotize
Moonbeams scatter round the room
Beyond my window blooms the moon

Lorraine Walker Williams