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