Thanksgiving 2014

Giving thanks in many thoughts coming and going

Giving thanks for what is right here before me

Giving thanks for who went before me

Giving thanks for all who go beyond

We Hung the Dali Today

Erin climbed on the couch

I selected the height

she measured to center it

it is so fine as we enjoy it

Tonight Miami lost to Denver

as I poached salmon in miso

soy sauce and ginger while I

regaled looking at Dali in

daffodils

I Think I Wanted You

I think I wanted you

but I was afraid of you

for you are so strong

I didn’t think I could

live up to what you

want, need, desire

I think I settled for less

I think I missed  passion

I know I wonder often

I Think I Wanted You

I think I wanted you

but I was afraid of you

for you are so strong

I didn’t think I could

live up to what you

want, need, desire

I settled for less

did I miss passion

for this has been ok

Art

We went shopping today

I bought numbered prints

Dali, Chagall, a Haitian painting

I am thrilled with this art 

can’t wait to hang them

but, is this poetry I’m writing? 

Yesterday’s Garden

I trimmed the pool garden

it had become out of control

I dove into dense foliage

giving light to vamped orchids

hidden from attraction

I gleaned three bags full

my shoulders joyously sore

I love to tend my gardens

I will glean more tomorrow

outside gardens beg attention

I Wish

I wish to be a caterpillar

all those feet and bristles

always advance or retreat

orbital eyes see everything

I would love to undulate

in a lovely fur coat across

lovely beds of succulents

brushing not eating as

Snails munch holes in

leaves and destroy roots

and I must give them

a shot of beer to destroy

Their eating of succulents 

for they love to get high

on beer just like me as I

relax while snails drink

Just Like Lightening

I was cooking

bringing it all together

It began lightening

dinner done

I cruised outside

for the light show

He ate alone

I couldn’t leave

Now I dine

on excellence

It is so good

sharp and peppery

just like lightening

Fancy Pants

I used to swing

high showing

ruffled panties

I was only five.

Only five I felt

an orgiastic pull

I was sensual

is it natural?

At five heady I

pumped that swing

higher and higher

a thrumming bird.

As I got older I

settled into cotton

plain and white

no more erotica.

Now I shop at VS

sexy panties win me

with enchantment

fancy pants.

Too Hot!

Everything is too Hot

Hot intercommunication

tempers and issues Hot

Melt down occurs each

day is a roller coaster

I stretch and meditate

the black hulk demands

constant attention with

numerous attacks as

to being left out and he

is my constant attention

January 10, 2010

Conspicuous

I am a fraud, I can’t do this

strong woman, endearing spouse

we are neither of them, I can’t do this.

It is too hard to entirely give up myself

I have too much ego. I am caught

in a snare of self and there is no place

for self in this endeavor, this demand

by a stronger than I am man, a man

without reason, a man screaming

to maintain control in his out of

control existence.  A man used to

complete control, and I think he will,

without intention, crush me.

I cannot do this.

February 13, 2014

He sent me sailing through space

I crashed breaking my humerus

surgery, a plate and thirteen screws

physical therapy still to this day

in early May, with yet months to go

he was out of control.

I cannot do this.

Lunch with Susan

“You have free will,” she said.

“I do?”  “I do,” I said, a new

phenomenon for my way of 

living my life cowed by him

who tells me how it is

how it will be forever and ever

in his threatening voice and

facial grimaces and I wonder

at me and how I have endured

this for what seems like forever

still, I cower, I am at fault

for I never should have allowed

the cowing bowing down to him

I have free will, she said so.

Loss

Grieved we mourn loss

loved one taken away

without our permission

a hole where they were

in our lives while they

travel planes unknown

We miss them sorely

while they are freed

from pain and sorrow

as they plane through

peaks and troughs

through eternity

In bliss with freedom

from all agony they

smile down on us and

wish they could tell us

how wonderful it will be

when we travel unknowns

I, Poetry

I, Poetry

I want to write a poem

they’re all jangled up

inside me they write

but I can’t get them out

Maybe I expect too little

of me or too much of poetry

but I can’t get them out

they’re way inside me