Reading Hemingway

A key unlocking
A parade of possibilities,
Unread books to be read
Well read books to be reread
Top shelf
Writers to know
Painters to peruse
Places to visit and possess

Poems to be penned
Short stories to be started
Novellas to effuse
Like the smoke of his
Nag champa
His morning ritual
Waking his deepest
Senses

Is how reading Hem’s
Moveable Feast
Moved him
Away from potentialities
To creation
To finding the key
To unlocking
The
Soul

To moving with ease
As the main character
In his widest dreams
Somnambulist no mas! No mas!
AWAKE!
W
A
K
E!
AWAKE!

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, November, 2016.
I’ve been reading, no, feasting on Hemingway’s “A Moveable Feast”
this week; and am now submerging myself into his “The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway: The Finca Vigia Edition”. We shall soon be tracing Hem’s steps in Paris.

One of Those Days

One of those days Dad,
One of those days where
I reached in my pocket for my phone
To call you Dad
Just to chat and see what’s on your mind
Maybe share some things
On mine
Just to tell you how well I grilled the chicken
Share some love for each other
And for life or
Just talk about the weather
And
Between the pauses of silence
A knowing, the knowing
One of those days Dad
Of knowing
How much I missed you Dad
How much I miss you now, Dad
One of those days,
One of those days.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, A Sunday in August, 2016

Homeless Benediction

Thoughts sharp like the talons of the rare red-shouldered hawk
Having dropped the remains of lunch,
Bones and the little bit left of flesh of the small rodent crunched
On the hot pavement below
Like a frying pan receiving the crushed, brown shells of an egg
Mixed with white and yolk,
A messy mix,
Grey clouds opened like the curtains of a one act play
To the thunderous applause of cicada,
Rain drops absorbing the stored up energy of the day
and turning into the steam that will carry away her prayers and
her fading hopes
for a different tomorrow.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, August 23, 2016, Orlando, FL

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Missing

These moments slowly melting like the Sun

Into the emerald green Irish sea,

Left longing, counting the days ‘til your return

So soon after your departing,

Making wishes while slowly twisting my

Claddagh ring.

____

Waking up from siesta’s sweet slumber

To find your spot empty,

Learning to navigate once again the ebbs and flows

Of the hallways of solitude,

No map or GPS needed,

Leaning on the solace offered by a Soul

That matured in the solicitations of solitude’s embrace.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 07/03/2016

This poem is about missing someone.  It is also about learning to be alone and comfortable with the mysteries made aware in “solitude’s embrace”.

In Chelsea

Cornucopic feasts for the senses

Brain on fire

High Line High of Holies

Hammering Sounds of Industrial

Revolutions

Amidst nature’s whispers.

____

Neurons releasing

Odes of joyous

Neurotransmitters

Singing anthems of praise

To the gods for this lovely day

In Chelsea.

Handcrafted poems by John M. Hines, June, 2016

I wrote this poem last week while slowly walking the High Line in New York City’s Chelsea area.  I was taken aback by the art around me created by both humankind and nature in a setting of industrialization.  While my wife captured the surrounding stimulations on her camera, I slipped into the shade in joyous contemplation to try to put the emotions of the place into words.