the counted days, the thousand nights – a poem

savor the counted days and
the thousand nights, the wealth
………………..of timed gifts …
this singular moment,
a million souls dancing,
reflecting something larger
like the moon’s glow as it
flames in your eyes by night

© 2017, poem and photo, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

his living room, a poem

never saw my father’s living room,
but i imaged it, cut kitty-corner,
end to end, into triangles, like
mom’s grilled-cheese sandwiches,
hope dying on the one side
despair thriving on the other

  “There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.” Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies

© 2017, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes


just a day like any other, a poem

that clock ticking in time to our hearts beating
our muscles flexing, our topsy-turvy living of lives
while moon drips pewter mist below the hemispheres,
the stars are numberless and dependable and the
sun rises and sets and rises again, a hope-filled forever

tick tock, the heart,
no more beats in time
cardiac arrest

what then, I wonder,
probably just another day,
a day like any other

with the moon spilling golden light across the galaxy,
the stars unaccountably brilliant, cut and polished gems
and you in the Light always ascending, forevermore radiant

“Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.” Rumi

© 2017, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved


one man’s story, a poem

1933 his mother spoke in fairy tales
as they put his dad to rest at St. Blaze,
the cemetery where all the Cruz’ lay
1944 he killed a girl in Europe, though
she wasn’t the enemy, and in 1950 he
buried his first wife under a tract house in
Levittown, she wasn’t the enemy either
in ’52 a son born, a kitten without claws,
was by 1960 well-nigh crushed by
the red raging bellicosity of his father
a man is a man is a man, he’d preached, as
he made his way through life in armor plate

© 2017, poem and photo, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved