Born

Tangent we arc

point against one

flame the another

nothing is logical

everything surprises

ice stars strewn

across the sky reflect

against black creek 

the heads did pop

fighting they knead

through the shells

the mother did 

deliver the eggs

Christmas Past

Christmas Past

I sight nesting

great blue bird

lifts me up from

Christmas past

takes me soaring

over land and sea

thrilled nesting

Christmas

Christmas

Art project

I select the signs

that ring true for me

what I want

to put on my tree

I received many gifts

over the years from

those who know me

ornaments

to put on my tree

My tree will come 

down soon packed

unless I let it grow

dust glazing ornaments

I must let Christmas go

The music packed away

only began to listen to

Handel’s Messiah to take

me to a perfect ending

the music squelched

Now I’m off to sleep

hear music in my dreams

music that will take me deep

I hope for Handel’s Messiah

perfect Christmas circle

Masses

Masses

I trooped through

masses in the mall

loving parents

sweet babes

I found a few nice things

people in good spirit

polite, kind, patient

sweet babes

loving parents

Home 

I spy Wood Ducks

Pied Bills dive

swim fast

Small fish swarm

jump

from what’s beneath

jump

I pray for Eve

Eve of Eve

Eve of Eve

It is

I got the bug late

I want poinsettias

wreaths on the doors

I put up the tree

decorated it finely

bought gifts randomly

It is cold as it should be

in a world without love

awaiting the Eve of Eve

It is hot red poinsettias

I need to complete me

not tonight

tomorrow

Poetry Festival

Poetry Festival

Billy Collins

read Lanyard

perfect tribute

to his mother

I heard him read

he signed his book 

we smiled eye to eye

he let me go

Painter with words

he might have brushed

what he was saying

I could see


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A Tree

A Tree

I did make

a tree

tonight

The owl

came back

I thought

Barred owl

who who who who

echoed

Great horned’s

left

who who who who who

I am happy

to have an owl

it could sit here

In my tree

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Newtown

“My cup runneth over” the top 

milky, glassy, slicks over my body

erases itch as I listen to tragic news

the blast over and over unfolded rushes

through my head with visibility in my

imagination that I don’t want to see

in desperation over the violence 

that guns bring, I scream, no sigh

Challenger

I live just south of the space coast

delicate estuary where birds abound

flight the common denominator

I’ve always wanted to be a bird

I love lift off

I love inflight

I love coming down

none of it without stress

I want to be a bird

magnificent frigate

soaring

I want to be a bird

I love inflight

looking down

Expanse of sweet globe home

I love looking down

magnificent frigate

No more flights into space

there are better ways

to learn about the universe

Still, an era has passed

we seem to pass more quickly

through eras as life speeds up

I would like to slow down

bland spectrum doesn’t fill

innate need to fly

 t Hat old bird

Radio Waves

Radio Waves

Two towers stand tall

I see them out my window

blinking red and white lights

I hear a humming echo

as I sit to write and I wonder

what is passing through me

I’m told aliens exist among us

gave us our start and

“they’re back” to fix our mess

we failed PSY 101

Complete Freedom

which came in waves over generations 

We’ve come a long way

we’re far from clear of abuse

all that goes on over the world

what is visible on our TV screens

what is invisible except sometimes

in memoir from its own slant

Those who run the world seem like

kindergartners with massive weapons

who create such misery to all of us

who are one person in spirit

and I just wish they would get it

what they do to us they do to themselves

Most frightening

martyrs for a cause

oh

Jesus

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