Poetry Corner
by Lawrence Spiro

Autumn  decreases day to day.  Gardens that flourished under the sun’s summer  rays-wait –then return.   Montauk’s beauty is fall’s portrait of parks and trails tucked between cooling waters.  The following poems have the grande dame of the seasons—fall, as their theme.

Lawrence Spiro (’09)

Her smile bangs through the eye,
cold tears cling to her cry.
Crackles lick the heated sigh,
accident planned blows by and  by.

Rips, tears of veils now near,
stab ethereal patterns wear
blank skies blind all lovers, dear
clang together and tickle fear.

The black present covers white late,
grab the gag round the straight.
Leaves crush the soft stoned gate
that blasted heat failed to penetrate.

The Fall                       Lawrence Spiro (’08)
Between summer’s dry driplet haze
and winter’s stiffening   ways.
Her nights swell before dimming days.
She puts on airs of spring and sways   
towards him. He comes near.
His gaze is cold and severe.
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My Compact with Fate
by Eleni P. Begetis Anastos...“Big Mama”

The wheels of my mind turn back
            To yesterday, to my spring-time years
With icons of a past long gone
            And of phantoms, vibrant and clear

Death was preying upon the road
            I felt the vibration of his sword
Some of my classmates were on his call
            And like ravens migrated to that nether world

But I saw his reflection in the glass
            In a light opaque and sublime
He started to become a familiar to me
            He’d lost his frightening might

As my life unfolds
            Like the rerun of an old play
The love I felt means nothing to me
            Nor the amenities of life

The wrong choices i inspired to grow
            Occupy and torture my mind
The poeple I hurt
            And those whom I left behind

If you have any comments or poems, email me at larryspiro@aol.com. Include permission to publish if you are so inclined.