Paris in Song - “Paris – Picture Perfect”

Paris in Song - “Paris – Picture Perfect”

A Poem for Easter

Holy Week
By E.E. Green

I still see ashes on foreheads
Long after Lent.
In my mind
I see the Eucharist
Transform into a swirling galaxy.
So many stars are forming thoughts
Of infinite time & space -
Their just there
Without explanation

Like trees that bud on a warm day after winter winds.

Easter morning
Café au lait
Fred Astaire & Judy Garland
A walk to the campus chapel
A magnolia vestibule.

Distracted voices
Children worming about
In and out of pews.
A nervous cough
High heels from the
Night before draw
Attention on the granite steps.

I’m drawn away
From the center
But the magnet
Of choral chanting
Brings me back

On track
A trajectory of unknowing
Propels me toward

A life of tomb like somber
And bright energy

Of darkness
& light
Sharing space in this one body.

Eggs Benedict on Easter Sunday.

My new friend Sylvia

I met Sylvia at the celebration of the 100th anniversary of International Women's Day on the Brooklyn Bridge. This is my second year walking in solidarity with women all over the world on March 8th across one of the most famous bridges. Women For Women.org sponsors this event. I am a sponsor for a young woman in the Congo who has 8 children and struggles to feed them. WFWI doesn't just give money but helps the women establish a livelihood.

Back to Sylvia who is from Korea, I met randomly walking across the bridge.. We just started talking and it was simpatico. We seemed like old friends and the conversation was never awkward. She since has gone back to her country and we stay in touch. My heart goes out to Asia since the terrible earthquake & tsunami in Japan. There is something reassuring in making new friends. I have a lot of love to give and very few who seem open to receive it. That's why I was so happy to meet such a kind person like Sylvia. She reminds me that goodness still exists in people. I look forward to this friendship that is based on mutual interest and cultural exchange.

La Vie deluxe

La Vie deluxe



                By EE Green



My life begins

When I have

No axe to grind.

No thoughts to

Beat me down

No words to bind.

My life begins in

Segments like

Juicy citrus

Released from pith.

My life could use a lift:

A summer solstice

Or a Christmas gift.

This is my dream:

La Vie deluxe

A coddled egg

A paper to read

A string of beads

And a knowing glance

That plants the

Seeds of love.

Of all the second

Chances

My life begins

When I have

No regrets

And my heart

Just dances.