Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Family Artsy Empire Tranquil Heavenly blue skiesTwinkling sparkling celestial stars.Let’s get on with spectacular show, something for everyone.Lights, camera action!Everyone in talented family is happy as can be.Hearts filled with happiness and phenomenal glee.Family Artsy Empire is formed by God … Continue reading →

I Dreamed of Home…dirt road of rutted red clay leading past overgrown fields, tobacco barn, beyond trees posted, “No Trespassing.”My dream of home so real: red brick, white columns, wide porchwe sat on in profligate thunderstorms, sky dark, emptying,the only … Continue reading →

Shapeshifting Nightmarenightmareapple tree freedwalking toward me I rest at its trunk,watch it teeter, push it back with hidden strengthnightmaretransforming headseyed to eyeless transforming bodywinged to winglesswill I see or will I fly?nightmare cat in the microwavehairless but alive.am I the … Continue reading →

Last night I dreamt of:A New York City apartmentUnfinished with doors and window panes propped open and nails strewn aboutWe were roommates, once again like we were in collegeSo much hope to get the apartment done but it remained unfinished…A … Continue reading →

A walk with you, father There’s spirituality in a walk with you, father.Our steady pace on city sidewalks gives way to a leisurely stroll on a far country lane.Our strides match in tempo over pebbles dug in dirt, and we … Continue reading →

Out of This Earth There’s a narrow path along the railroad tracks I follow to a small station. I ask the stationmaster, who looks like Carl Jung, what time the train for Duluth leaves. He strokes his white mustache and … Continue reading →

Perchance to DreamAfter reading the news, I dreamt of destructionas if I’d been there. Nothing is as it should be.For instance, a country claimed to investigate itselfwith pious transparency in the fog of war.Using precision ammunition made in factories,men killed … Continue reading →

nocturne en plein airislanded by nightfall, she forages for questions without answers under a canopy embroidered in stars,a balsamic moon lanterns her silhouette’s steps along winding footpaths blanketed in evergreen and spruce..so careful not to leave a trail of crumbs … Continue reading →

ChoicesMorning greets with Joyful anticipationWhen life was SimplerOne choicechoose OneSweater,Just oneWhich one?Crouch Looking intoThat drawerSunshine spillsIlluminating its contentsPluck One sweaterPlentyOf timeHaving arose earlyI think of Friends I’ll seeAnd smileI want to look my BestThis first dayOh no, lots of time … Continue reading →

German Expressionism-Max Pechstein 1881-1955 Nude Figure 1920 Graphite on paper As my head crushed the pillow, My last thoughts were of a nude I had seen in the National Gallery. Not of her ample breast, Nor the exhibit label, But … Continue reading →