True Loss

Ice Storm Art

Green Beginning

Quail Samba


True Loss (root)

the first day man sold art
freedom flew and beauty's eyes grew
nervous like a lost child
profit gnashing consumed Art of each type
the great anti-muse criticism
deflated and suppressed
human creativity
riveted by institutional protocol
driven by feeble sickly judges
creators heard the flute of dissuasion
while the muses wept
vowing never to quit
warring with slings of hope
and the golden seed of wonder
planted deep within each newborn

— Gregg Dotoli

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                Ice Storm Art
thick ice coated cracked mosaic
hues of unfallen stubborn leaves
yellow maroon red and orange
oak twigs and branches
crackle and click in the cold gusts
natural wind chimes playing quiet notes
for the artistic dawn sun and rising moon

— Gregg Dotoli

                    Green Beginning

when God created man
and gave him sight,
Adam's first color to see was green,
plucked from the rainbow
to remind Adam of life, growth and love
cherish each other
care for earth and all of the elements of nature,
the early gift of Spring and green.

— Gregg Dotoli

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Quail Samba

rudy clarinet
da da da DA DA DA
soft guitar
sound-Zephyr
honey notes oozing
tenderly dance
flashing
rippled moon-shadows
off breaking waves

— Gregg Dotoli

above poetry
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Gregg Dotoli



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