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Grapes

4/28/2020

Gourmands recollect each German variety, the
greens, pinks and yellows of the noblest of fruit,
gladdened when they can sip a favored vintage,
gregarious in their oenologic oratory.
Gallant stewards smile, agreeing that
Gewurztraminer indeed goes well with salmon, as
ghosts of vineyards past hide in the dry aromas.

Published in "Aspects Long Forgotten" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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The Vase

4/21/2020

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In hands of discipline, a stern
reminder of his painful skill,
his fingers stiffen, knuckles burn,
as muddy clay begins to turn.

The ceramista from Brazil
exerts a steady pressure still,
a vision slowly taking shape,
projecting his artistic will.

The potter lets the time escape
while choosing tools to shave and scrape
his fleeting terra-cotta vase
with hopes to form the perfect nape.

The anguish on the artist's face
is not perceived with art's embrace.
Its birth is not of much concern
when filling just the perfect space.

Published in "A Splendid Alternative" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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Majestic

4/13/2020

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It has been years since guests have spent the night,
yet here it sits, majestic in its state
of disrepair, a shadow of the sight
it once projected, ill-aware of fate.

When gold ran out the miners laid in wait,
and word got out, which slowed the westward drift,
migration stalled while those in stead debate
decided if economies would lift.

With nothing else to draw, the end was swift,
more vacancies, the empty rooms were cold.
No longer could the owners man the shift,
and nothing left- the hotel hadn't sold.

The long abandoned property, forlorn,
displays its fading windows as we mourn.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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Watching Your Steps

4/6/2020

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You feel for the edge, and it seems to be firm,
indecision has dampened your will,
the rickety walk makes your confidence squirm,
and you wonder if you have the skill.
Your plans being made and the schedule complete,
you had every intention to go,
but now, up ahead, just the threat of defeat
could make progress exceedingly slow.

But what if, you think, my assessment is wrong,
that my sure-footed path comes apart?
You'd prove to the others that you don't yet belong,
that you haven't the strength or the heart.
So cast aside doubts and instill your intent
and be watching your steps on the way.
Tenacity counts and would now represent
your success over life's disarray.

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