February 24, 2012

Artist Evening

On February 23rd, The Writer’s Project at SUNY Adirondack kicked off their 2012 Spring Series with a poetry reading by Author David Budbill at the Visual Arts Gallery in Dearlove Hall. David’s reading was in conjunction with his wife, artist Lois Eby’s art exhibit. The couple have been married 45 years. My goal here was to capture and share the special evening in words and photographs. 

Artist Evening
By John R. Greenwood
husband, wife
poet, painter
interwoven pair
reading life in paintings

BOLD RED swirls
Sing Out, “Life”
is all around
David, Lois
one brushes with words
a picture
one writes with paint
a song

around hardwood edges 
a gallery full
mingles a corduroy casual crowd
with soft voice
and hand shakes
spritzed scent of wine
and plated fruit

“Happy Life"
line by line
page after page
decades crisp 

Not the end,
                                                                      just the beginning... 

February 17, 2012

"Haiku Sampler"

rusty robin red
worm head peeking careful
-retreating again

dusky bat glimpse
random lightning bug sightings
warm star-sky neck-tilt 

leaf rake leaning tall
musty leathery work gloves 
geese gather sky high

frosty snowmen faces 
hot soup simmering--yum
gift wrapped children dream

My Submission for : Old Pond a Frog Leaps In

February 16, 2012


"Self Portrait"

By John R. Greenwood

Friday / Night
Couch / Leather
Laptop / Wireless
Coffee / Hot
Knicks / MSG
Quiet / Thought
Life / Good

February 14, 2012

Just Another Day

"The Greenwoods"

Just Another Day
By John R. Greenwood

Just another day to say, "I love you." 
Just another day to hold you close
Just another day to wish you happiness my dear
Just another day I'd say, "I do."

Just another wish I wish for you dear
Just another wish I hope comes true
Just another wish we are forever
Just another wish to keep you near

Just a moment tender when we first kissed
Just a moment walking hand-in-hand
Just a moment while I count my blessings
Just a moment, before the moment's missed

Just another way to say, "I love you." 

February 12, 2012

Memorial Bridge, Portsmouth

Memorial Bridge, Portsmouth
By John R. Greenwood

The draw of a bridge and three tugs so strong 
A wife’s spare moments consumed with their images 
The tugs of Moran’s parked then not 
Moving, pushing, tugging hard in the swift Piscataqua

A span’s life only days remain
Crowds with down jackets zipped up high
Gather, point and shoot 
History of a bridge soon to end
Rusted behemoth of weak rivets and salt soaked steel 

Years of hard labor have taken their toll
The Portsmouth legend never stood quite this tall

So at half past ten on the eighth of February 2012
The swift Piscataqua rises by an inch of tears
A span of emptiness left
The heart of a city
The heart of bridge
A heavy heart tugged gently
Ever so gently away