Sunday, March 1, 2009


He sat at the table alone.
A cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

Still... Serious.

His sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
The thick white blonde hair on his arms
like moving water over stone,
shiny alive with its own
look of going somewhere fast.

A contradiction to his statue pose.

The thinker - with a frown.

Linda McGeary
(c) 10.4.93

Our second son, born under an earth sign. He followed his brother to the big city and is still there. This was from one of my visits to see him when he was just beginning to 'Chef'. Man, can this kid cook. His brother had moved to Ashland to finish college down there.


  1. Hi Linda, I just found your Sky Wind poem! I didn't realize you had two blogs!!! I visited your other site this evening and then noticed Sagewind Voices. I remembered you said you were going to post a bird poem, but I had been looking for it on your other blog! Sky Poetry from Feb 6 is beautiful.....I LOVE it!!! I love your style.....Thank you! Kelly

  2. Not everyone loves poetry, that's way I did two blogs.
    Thanks, poetry is in my blood. My mom read me fairy-tales and poetry all my growing up years and the flow and sound of it pleases my ear, and the creative urges I have. I'm glad you liked it. I'm sure you know just exactly what that looked like, as a watcher of birds.