Sip & Savor: poems for a perfect pairing
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Edmond Bruneau's fifth book of poetry features 150 new poems written while living in wine country. Bruneau's easy-going, relatable writing in a variety of poetic styles and topics should be sipped and savored like a fine wine. Wordplay, humor, reminisces and dead-on commentary await the reader to select and drink it all in. Similar to the works
Edmond A Bruneau
Edmond (Ed to his friends) lived in the Redmond, WA area for 17 years, attending Redmond High School. During that period, he earned Eagle Scout status, as well as God and Country and Order of the Arrow awards from the BSA. In high school, Ed's poetry and short stories were regularly published in the school newspaper and he became manager of the school's first radio station. Ed attended Eastern Washington University from 71-75, graduating with a BA degree in Journalism/Radio/TV. He became the university's first sophomore editor of the campus newspaper.Out of college, Ed worked for KREM-FM in Spokane as a radio announcer, taught at Ron Bailey School of Broadcasting and as a graphic artist and writer for Dick Wright Public Relations. He joined American Sign and Indicator in Spokane in 1976 and ascended from assistant copywriter to advertising and marketing manager for the firm. In 1980, he began his own firm, Creative Consultants, which worked with a variety of local, regional and national firms, until he retired in 2011. Ed was encouraged to publish a collection of poems he had written between the ages of fifteen to twenty-one called Colors of My Within in 2011. Since then, he has written four additional poetry books - New Hues and Past Tales, The Totem, Walla Walla Sweet and Sip & Savor. He also enjoys writing songs and became a lyricist and music producer in 2015 with his musical partner, John Rigg. The duo released four Robot Raven albums. In 2022, Ed worked with a talented musician from Italy, Michele Zara and created Sunflower 69 by Whistlewit - an homage to the music of the late '60's and early '70's. A country album by The Cow Cats will be released in 2023.
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Sip & Savor - Edmond A Bruneau
Empty Book
Empty book, naked.
No letters to clothe.
No calories, nourishment.
Nothing for a mind to hold.
Blank pages, hollow promise.
One so much like the other.
Vacancy blinks neon –
lures in tales to be told.
Empty book sits, waits
for someone to write it.
Fill pages with poetry,
stories, thoughts, emotions.
Writer writes to reader unknown.
Prays content appreciated.
Valued. Cherished. Admired.
Thankful for being chosen.
Filling up an empty book –
the risk writers take to share.
Releasing their inner self –
soul laid out bare.
Empty book, always desolate
until inhabited with words.
Then its heart begins beating.
Life on its own, somewhere.
Curse the Cursor
Cursor is blinking,
demanding to be fed
words, thoughts, ideas.
Blank screen impatiently
awaits a beginning.
Starving for content.
Nagging for nourishment.
My responsibility –
to satisfy its insistence
and fulfill its hunger.
Writer’s block,
with me in its grips,
frozen to supply content.
Unable to access muse.
Blank screen so lonely
without black letters
that give purpose to
its existence. It pleads
to a painter without paints –
writer without words –
who fears the commanding cursor.
Inspiration may just be shy,
waiting for the right time
to make her grand entrance.
A waiting game writers play
while she primps and preens
prior to eventual emergence –
satisfying cursor’s appetite.
Heart and Mind
I am man
of heart and mind.
Time – friend and enemy.
The ultimate irony.
Children grown, on their own,
still call me Dad on Christmas.
Relieved of responsibility.
New identity – whimsical remedy.
No longer hides
from former self.
Effort to improve diminishing health –
keep the bear at bay.
Heart merged second time around.
Love develops, expands,
sturdy in our hands –
passionately profound.
Mind, more than mush –
maybe not as robust,
deft or dexterous
as it was in its prime.
Yet, there’s still time
to create poems with reason,
perhaps with rhyme.
Songs still to be sung as they align to shine.
I am muddled together,
with cable, cords and twine
and continue to be the man I am –
enduring heart and mind.
Real Boy
My façade –
flesh not fir.
Soul more
than skin deep.
Inner heart
pump station
palpitates
my plasma.
I’m not wooden.
Or fit into a
chiseled image
created by another.
My being
grows, changes,
improves, ages,
inside and out.
I need no
manipulator or
ventriloquist to
speak my truth.
No one
pulls my strings
or puts words
in my mouth.
I am unique.
One of a kind.
Most important –
a real boy.
Open Sésame
Magic words
open the door
with ease,
unlocking reward
of genuine gems.
No gold
in this treasure.
Instead, an
abundance of faith,
balance and harmony.
Further search reveals
more impressive trove.
Finespun forgiveness.
Doubloons of delight.
Silk of self-motivation.
Jewels of Joy.
Pearls of perception.
Cache of choice.
Horde of honesty.
Incandescent intuition.
Such richness
overlooked by
those not worthy.
Discovery – a
rare profit, indeed.
What could contain
anything more precious?
It’s there for you
for the taking
with your affirmation.
Imaginary Friend
Like a shadow, you were always there,
deciding the direction, especially
when we came to a fork in the road.
You knew just when
to rest and relax.
I’d count on you for that.
Valuable companion.
Lent an ear to my fears.
Steered me from wrong to right.
Didn’t have to earn your trust.
You were with me. Everyday.
Ready, willing and able.
Your friendship had
a profound effect.
Love without conditions.
In many ways your presence
made me more complete.
Sidekick with bright spirit.
I see you in the mirror and
think how remarkable it is
that you look so similar to me.
We could have been brothers.
Even twins. Not hard to imagine.
But, I like you just the way you are.
Before, No More
Before they arrived,
nature
was our mother.
Went where
the bounty was –
thrived off game,
roots and herbs.
Moved with seasons.
Slept with dreams.
Traded
within our tribe
and with other clans.
Things of value.
No word for money.
No coins.
No gold or silver.
Peace pipes. Powwows.
Singing the wise old songs.
Centuries upon centuries,
we lived this way until
the strangers came.
Killed our game.
Made agreements
with shiny trinkets.
Treated our mother
with disrespect.
Changed our world.
Some
accepted new brothers
so we could live in peace.
Others wanted old ways.
Moved further away until
there was no place left.
Gone, the same earth
where ancestors prospered.
Before, no more.
Before, no more.
Before, no more.
Kitten
Even though she is five years old,
Donna still calls her Kitten.
Something attacked her this week –
probably a hawk or a turkey.
Tami had prominent claw lacerations.
Multiple puncture wounds. Sutures required.
Vet shaved fur in multiple places
so we could monitor her wounds.
She’s healing. Getting better.
Last night, the snugglepuss
laid next to me while watching TV.
Kitten whiskers tickled my leg.
Maybe it’s time to rethink
whether our indoor/outdoor cats
should be indoor/kennel cats instead.
Vet bills would certainly be lower.
Besides the requisite mouse or mole,
she’s also brought us a baby turtle,
a slithering snake and a lazy lizard.
Adventures that may now be memories.
Selfishly, we’d like her to stick around.
Depriving her from free range –
trade for a longer, safer life.
For both the cats – and our sanity.
Shadow of Himself
All I can see now
is your shadow.
Parroting what
it believes was you.
Three dimensional you,
gone from view –
shady self, emerged.
I remember when your
shadow was secondary,
mimicking every move.
Growing taller as
the sun journeyed
toward the horizon,
stretching your importance.
Cloudy days,
it disappeared.
Leaving you alone
to deal with
the real world