Notes
Most writing is classified as either fictional or factual. I'd like to think of the things I write as being a fictionalyzing faction of an underlying phenomenon that may or may not exist.
This is technically not a poem, but I like it.
Happy Fictionalyzing 4th of July!
Our living room in La Mesa, California; 1974.
Anthony Richard Valli
The Friday Poet
Give This Poem A Try
It's so hard to make a poem
out of ends of repetition
So I think I'll draw a circle
for everyone to see
When the circle's at its end
Look to see
and then begin again.
If you feel silly
or get bored
Try another idea.
I'm sure there's some way out.
Yes Dad, I'm sure there's some way out.
Thanks for making me smile tonight.
It's a rare sight lately.
Untitled
Oceans, land, the sky,
they change quite frequently,
But only to the eye pretends,
there is some mystery.
The Last Island
Bored on a waver
cast upon sand
beyond the hand
of hope
Palm trees
sea view
plains of day
Sadly stars shine
I watch the night
fade away
Dawns born
breathing breeze
white crested fingers
try for the sky
Sun climbs high
Man needs
Or die
Still moments
never soon
sun's so hot
its [sic] afternoon
Go away, away
dizzy dizzy
see how I chase the day
I must be, my eyes are open
Ha! me a loon
Breezes blow, nightime [sic]
I love the moon
Art for the big-hearted, radiant woman who is ready to immerse herself in beauty.
