Chuck Luden

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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The beginning is where I began.

Began what?
That is the question.
I became.
I met a small frog named Lucy,
my first memory.
The stories have not ended yet.
Winter is very hard on my friend.
I’m enduring just fine.
My favorite poem has no words yet.
Please wait.
I think I can hum it backwards.
     
                  Charles Luden
                    Jan 8, 2015
             at Black Sheep Coffee

Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden

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At  The  Next  Table

 
She’s fingering her hair,
but is it real
Just a minute I’ll ask her.
Damn, she slapped me.
What’s that mean?
I still like her.
She has passion,
and a purple blouse.
 
                         Charles Luden
                                6-30-14
                          at Black Sheep