Barbara Hilal
Occupation-
Preschool teacher,Artist, Poet
Date of birth-
11\10\31
Marital status-
single
Education-
Self educated, some College
Interests-
Psychology, art, poetry and people
Publish writing-
Under the Quicksilver Moon2001, On the net, Autumn Leaves, The Street Corner and The Long Trip Home
http://www.freewebz.com/streetcorner/ , http://www.sondra.net/al/default.htm#welcome , http://www.thelongtriphome.com/"Under a quicksilver moon "by the International Library of Poetry .com, Winter 2001
Personal statement
Art is Long Life is Short. I am finally learning at 70 years old.
Summer eve
Frog
sound deafens
on the breeze
the scent of
woodland spice
rippling water
reflects
twilight
pink
paynes grey
sky
blouse sleeve
cool, wet
moving moss,
lily pads
revealing
below ,deep
a bass
makes a nest
a basin for her eggs
Ahead striking chartreuse,
green algae
cloud over sun
pinkgrey
darkens
boat rocks
rise
pulling up, check catch
slimy fish
perch
yum
lift oars
leave
look back
frogs croak
lake gulps sun
Barbara Hilal
Savannah
emerged from this soil
black rich dirt
trees and I
land of trees
ancient trees
some limbs severed
others
jut through telephone wires
electric cables
branches twisted
years of adaptation
leafy moss laden branches
join arms to shelter roads
roots break through
splitting apart
the red brick pavement
there since
the civil war
musky heavy odor
gardenia
jasmine
classical camellias
color splashed azaleas
commerce changes
people
come and go
like the
spring flowers
the trees
remain
the parks remain
the fountain sprays
immortal monuments
Savannah
Barbara Hilal
Slimy green rocks
a
mossy border
for
the
still pond
the wasp's legs
look bent,
don't penetrate
the water
like
walking on glass
til the turtle
comes up
for air
a duck swims by
leaving
his voice
behind
in
circles
Barbara Hilal