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Doug
Tanoury is exclusively a poet of the internet.
Doug sites his 7th
grade poetry anthology used in Sister Debra's
English class as exerting the greatest influence on his work.
He still keeps a copy of Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And
Other Modern Verse (Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith,
(c)1966 by Scott Foresman & Company) at his writing desk.
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Winter
Pears
Doug
Tanoury
On
a wooden swing hanging
From the highest bough
Of his backyard pear tree
We learned to fly at the
Speed of dreams on summer
Afternoons, leaning back
And gripping rusted
Chains and looking far up
Into thick foliage that hid
The dark limbs that held us.
From the tall tree that grew
Small winter pears
I'd fly with him across the
Summers and briefly
Forget for a moment
My parent's marriage,
The family finances,
My sister's sickness.
In quick motion sweeping us
Upward, we learned to fly.
Before I knew of fallen fruit
Or how spring winds
Waste pear blossoms,
I knew him. He flew
Unfettered and without
Cares where dreams
Grew slow like winter pears
On the highest branches
To ripen and fall only
In late summer.
Today, under a pear tree
Drooping with fruit
I dreamt him here.
© 2001 by
Doug Tanoury
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Volume
II Issue II