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


Linked to dVerse Poetics: The Poetics of Presents/ce

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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