Sunday, December 30, 2012

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


Friday, December 28, 2012

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

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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



Saturday, December 22, 2012

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

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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

Shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry #129

Sunday, December 16, 2012

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

Sunday, December 9, 2012

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

Saturday, December 8, 2012

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

Shared with Poetry Pantry #127

Friday, November 30, 2012

Connections


Connections

Sometimes I am the odd one out
uncomfortable and awkward
other times I am the connecting force
I bring people together
they appreciate my vivacity
I enliven an uncomfortable group

Sometimes I hide my affiliations 
so as not to become disconnected
with people of different slants
people who can’t accommodate difference
I don’t go over to their side
I just listen and don’t speak

Sometimes I meet someone 
and it is an instant spark
sometimes the spark lasts
sometimes it doesn’t
sometimes I meet someone
no spark, it is nice and grows

Sometimes I mistrust and fear
when I'm not connected to a place
it is hard to trust and make connections
it is important to seek community
to find kindred souls and also those
who are different and help us grow

Sometimes I think how we are a family
as human beings and I wonder that we war
I never think I am causing hurt or fear
then I see I have said the wrong thing
accidentally or intentionally and received
disconnection

Sometimes I think we are all headed to
annihilation, but of course we all die
its just how we do it
peaceful or terrified
I’m not sure how I’ll go
I hope it is peaceful







 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Scent


Scent

I still scent you
here and there
gone

A fleck of sway
skimmed me away
gone

I fell for you
in a bad way
gone

A load of sand
held in my hand
gone

I load and heap
fill over and over
gone

again
I sight my felt
horror 




written for: http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/wordle/

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Gift from My Heart


Gift From My Heart

I have no desire to brag on myself
I give many gifts from my heart
I give them at no price to myself
I see genuine need and I give
I give in small ways all the time
mostly to known persons but also
those unknown to me   personally
I would give much more largely
but my husband yells at me



Thanksgiving 2012


Thanksgiving 2012

Wind whistles through screen
trees sway back and forth
like a tilt-o-wheel arcade ride
no birds perched for wild thrills
even great blues are off the nest
the sun on a western slant
throws bright lime green paths
across deep green lawns
everything in motion it chills down
smells alive and fresh as a scatter 
of white birds race past too fast
to identify
I suspect ibis who fly in V formation
hard to identify their flight in wind
I open the door to turkey smells
go in to fix stuffing, sweet potatoes
brussels sprouts, cranberries done
as a Louisiana heron navigates the wind
and the great horned owl asks who, who
who, who, who again 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Preserve

Preserve

I sighted an osprey
atop a cypress tree
today the great blue
sat on the nest
the osprey has goggles
that circle its head
it was a lush day
Who Who Who Who Who

Freedom


Freedom

It doesn’t matter
if you’re black or 
white it
is about
connection
freedom

Monday, November 19, 2012

RePair

Repair

RePair
I would
would you?

RePair
or maybe
I wouldn’t.

how to
repair
to RePair



Saturday, November 10, 2012

She


SHE

She was a small brown wren
with a shrug that could bring
you down

She
gave me the shrug

Leaping


Leaping

phantom brook
dry rocky hollow
no fish  no birds
sunken limbs
not new
although if water
should come leaping
there might be
enough to grow
wood again
replenish life
no walls
never say never

Thursday, November 8, 2012

I Habit


I Habit

I habit
through 
ozone
gerbil
that I am

Crawling 
through life
forms habits

I habit
through 
layers
crap
that I am

Life crawls
through layers
I hap
I am

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Tonight Mexican

Tonight Mexican

Tonight
we went out for dinner
she and I

Tonight
she told me I never put her first
neither her Dad nor I

Tonight
I told her she was always first
in the midst of many obligations

Tonight
she thanked me for finally being honest
she meant me to feel eviscerated

Tonight
the birds are not at rest
Tonight Mexican

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sandy


Sandy

Her bellows beat us
thrash our hinds
waves crash

Sandy

She sucks our trash
grinds it clean
gives back

Sandy

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

A Long


A Long

A long long long
time ago

When I was young
I liked the long
of it best of all

When making it
with no help at all
give me anatomy

A long long long
time ago

Where are you?

Where Are You?

I can't find you
you've slithered
through the door
I'm left alone

Where echoes 
     where
          where
               where

Where are you?
you've slithered 
through the door
I'm alone

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Self-Portrait


Self-Portrait

I am pruned
new green
as I purple

All Hallow's Eve


All Hallow’s Eve

In caves they dwell
silky black hanging
from their feet

They drop down
silky black suits
they go to work

to take us down
robbing us of our
enfranchisement

anyway they can
It has become ok
no offense to bats


Friday, October 26, 2012

Wind Rage

Wind Rage


roars
valleys
thrashes
rises

rages
mountains
circles
around 

comes 
down

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Art


Art

I created art tonight
     flung my aqua slip
over light brown leather
     it looked fine
over light brown leather

Sitting in the chair 
king pillow in aqua slip
over light brown leather
     looked fine 

A squall crossed 
     over the horizon
aqua sky pink clouds
uncontrolled tears
wet me down



Thursday, October 18, 2012

Growth

Growth

I am growing
not physically
I've done that

I am growing
accepting me
for who I am

forgiving


Joined


Joined


Umbrella shades deeper
inherit excuses stand

Vowed thunder
light shifts
in childhood hands

Umbrella

Monday, October 15, 2012

Killer Canasta


Killer Canasta


It was an exhausting day
job interview, killer Canasta
stress sizzled in my brain
silly that I let it affect me
interview encouraging when
I hoped I would be convinced
or she would be convinced
that I wasn’t the person 

I hoped I would remember
the rules for Canasta, but
the rules had changed and
there was so much more to
keep track of and once I said
to a player, “Don’t yell at me”
that was an eye opener since
I hear that admonition often

A learning curve, what I do
that I was now receiving
she wasn’t yelling but she
had irritation in her voice
I got it, time well spent
which left me spent and yet
news, our daughter has
thyroid cancer, we are far

away and pray it is not bad
one of the good cancers if
ever there could be good
she was offered a place 
to repair by her Dad, but I
doubt this is a repair place
for her, since her Dad can’t
remember to be comforting

It was a day I took too seriously
I need to even out and be me
as I am, without fear of anyone’s
appraisal from where they
come from, which is different
than where I come from
to be open to different views
to grow with involvement

For now, I go to sleep 
perchance to dream
scenes of things I need to learn
or scenes of escape from stress
to lilt like a butterfly over pollen
rich flowers there for the taking
where I bury my nose  and then
sneeze, and sneeze, God Bless
God Bless

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Raptor

Raptor

His false charm
Willow’s her in 
to his crustyness

He is brittle
his gem sheathed
adonis fever

There is rustle
unbearable desire
exploding

Gasping for breeze
she is recovering
mending





Its Been OK

Its Been OK

It's been Ok
almost relaxing
too, too fine

Wind has been
is raging
too, too fine

Heard the Owl
early morning
and again tonight

Its been Ok

Friday, October 12, 2012

Crazy


Crazy

Crazy always
held together
by sheer will
shaking times
not falling apart
close

Too close to
crazy always
I held on to me
held tight, held
refused
to fall apart

Still holding on
crazy always
yet quite sane
in my insanity
it works
for me

Written for Marian's  music prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Let Me Saunter


Lilting one day
sensuous forest
splayed before me
artist that I am I asked
may I color you rich

let me saunter through
your exterior silhouette
your tresses blowing
in joyous lyric exhulation
adoring amebic alliteration

September


September

My favorite month
I love the name
September

I love the month
when summer wanes
everything is calm

earth colors
soft swatches against
egg shell blue sky

I was born at the turn
from excitement to quiet
placid at the end of the dock


Because I am No Threat To Anyone

I sit before the glare of my computer screen
luckily it doesn't let the bugs in
no West Nile Hackers for me who will suck
my innards of their security
I believe I am protected, Ha!

What have i to protect?

I sit before the glare of my computer screen
wondering what my next step will be
I no longer care about viruses
except the computer kind

What have i to protect?

I like the freedom of nothing
because I am no threat to anyone
yet my husband tells me I am yelling at him


No One

No One

There is no one
but we
on this journey

it is different
when it is a parent
as opposed to

a spouse is
someone who is
who is here

there is no one
but me
on this journey

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Scrapbook


Scrapbook

I found pictures of them
smiling from dead eyes
their faces clay like

I tore them to pieces
right through their eyes
I never want to look 

At them again

Marble Cows

Marble Cows

Rugged warriors
fierce they kneel
for blessing
rage into war
they do it with 
shaken suffering
silence
no splendor
no grace

Written for sunday whirl: remote, warriors, fierce, suffering, silence, shaken, blessing, rugged, cows, splendor, marble, grace

Wisdom

It can really fuck your life up
when its being used against you
when you are trying to just hang on
and there’s nothing acceptable you can do
not even poop

I shriek for wisdom as it spirals into outer space
while I try to get through another day
of challenges

I think I wish for savvy 
over wisdom

One


I AM THE ONE...

I Am The One Who is wondering
Who Am I?

I Am The One my Mother taught
to ALWAYS be nice.

I Am the One She taught
never to gloat

I Am The One She taught that
sex was something you submitted to

I Am the One she taught to 
become a secretary
aspire to marry my boss.

I am the One Who has been spending her life
trying to get over everything that she taught.

I Am the One Who finally realizes that 
by doing the opposite she still defines me.

I am the One Who Wonders
Who Am I?



Stormy


Stormy

A new storm
we escaped
today so we
thought
no

wind a sound
I can’t quite 
describe
rain drops 
beating on
gutter spouts
angry growls
drops slow

Slow drops
angry growls
build clouds
rain pelts 
my umbrella

I am okay
I
hope 
I
dare
not 
fear
Dear