Paraphrenitis Blog

1) December Days
(In Minnesota)

The sky, defused with a pale cold mist, it puts on.
The Sun peeks -up, as it rides Libra, proudly, down.

The birds don’t sing at dawn (anymore)gone south.
The white pure snows cover all (liken to glistening flow’rs.)

Precious are those longing moments of early hours;
Youthful barbs singing, chanting, in the back of my head:

Celebrating winter’s cold days ahead.

#958 12/11/06

2) Waiting at the Café-bookstore

(Minnesota Winter)

The moon seems to be frozen in the Eastern sky,

High over head, in the dead of winter
Sitting in this Café waiting for my wife

The snowy events of Minnesota, sees from its place

In the heavenly sky (not so far from my home),
Seesmy wife leave the Post Office…

In this cloudless cold night, waiting on the bus-stop (s)

High overhead wisps cold and frost, against
Her throat, breathing out cloudbanks…

Breathing out cloudbanks of carbon-dioxide;

Soon she’ll walkthrough these doors
A smile on her face, a huge and a kiss…

A chilled wind, still on her cheeks, adjusting to the

Warm air of the café…woops, here she comes
(7:15 PM), “Coffee or tea,” I say…

(she’s just smiling).

#957/ 12-10-05 Dedicated to Rosa Pealoza-Siluk

3) Cold Spell

[In Minnesota]

While the snow smothers the hazy winter ice,

I stay up watching by the window until midnight
What else can I do…there must be something!

My loving wife is fast asleep! Half the night
Around my computer I write, think: how long

How long, will this cold spell last!…

#952 12/9/05

4) Winter Edges

The air is fogy. It is early winter
The moon is passing through my body.
That which made it misty is gone.

(At 6:30 PM, everything is dark;
at 9:00 PM, Ill be gone.)

Winter is going to sleep I think,
Waiting for morning, Eastward, bound.
That which made it misty is gone.

#955 12/10/2005

See Dennis’ web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com