Out of a Crowd

Out of a Crowd

Heart feels warm, full, clear

My eyes closed, you can enter

Senses recognize

Ken Goree

I called this poem Out of a Crowd, as in “picking someone out of a crowd,” to try to explain how a person’s senses become heightened when they have found that special someone that they have “chemistry” with. 

So often, I find that, I am not satisfied with my poems.  There is so much more I would want to say, or I wish I had said it better.  At least with the haiku, saying it better is my only worry … I have to be satisfied with the length.

Flowers from a Child

Flowers from a Child

I looked up a day ago
To see a sheepish grin
A student that I’ve come to love
Brought a pot and tulips within

A little girl with eyes so bright
Her arms outstretched to me
The flowers all wrapped in red
Shiny wrapping I did see

The flowers’ lives are short we know
Their beauty fades in time
But I will save three lasting bulbs
In that garden of mine

Don’t fret their fade my darling
Girl, I do swear  it’s true
“Each year when they spring forth again
Sweetie, I’ll think of You.”

Ken Goree

A Picture of My Princess

My Daughter

I thought it was the time to share
A picture of my daughter
She's, of course, a beauty always
But 'specially by the water.

Ken Goree

Son

Son,
You have
Always been mature
Beyond your young years.

Your
Musical gifts
Have been a
Humbling source of pride.

A
Well of
Depth, you share
Your whole world vision.

People
Recognize your
Kind and compassionate
Actions in the community.

You
Have learned
To question and
And see universal  truth.

When
A friend
Needs a friend
You always come through.

I
Will always
Behold you through
Creation’s most golden lens.

Ken Goree

I always feel I have fallen short when writing poems about the people I love, in my life.  I hope they know there is much more to say; that my love goes deeper than the words I write; that I could do all of their gifts justice and express my feelings more clearly.

My son is an amazing human being, and I am looking forward to watching all of the wonderful things he will accomplish in his lifetime ... though for now, I'd like to see him recycle all of those pop cans that are stacking up in his room.  

Complementary

Complementary

A
bitter cold,
Yet, sun filled
Day is satisfying like
The complementary taste of
Sweet  and Sour
Chicken and
Noodles

Ken Goree

Yesterday morning, after the freezing fog had lifted, and the black silhouette of the Cascade Mountains against the Tahitian orange sunrise had faded, I noticed a spine-shivering balance.  Brisk, chilled air which jarred goose-bumps awake and stood hairs on end met in a fine momentary balance with the eye squinting light of a clear winter day's sun.  Its good nature coaxed hair and goose-flesh to warm and smooth away remnants of the early chill.  

I found this balance extremely satisfying, and wanted to find something to equate it with.  Though a moment of experience in the wonders of life and natural sensation is not quite the same as "Eating out," it was the comparison that came to mind.

A great place to experience sweet and sour chicken, or pork, is a restaurant called Thai Ho, in Kenmore Washington.  Also, time and time again they have been written up for the amazing quality of their noodles, which they make fresh on the premises.