Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Please Accept My Donation for Ken I want to thank you for dazzling heaving deserts praising love,for extravagant birds and clowns.Please forgive the calamitous leaping over sand, the shouts of fire,the startling rings. I didn’t know.Afternoons hasten. That’s why I … Continue reading →

Liberation (with a cat name from Bob Mortimer) Don’t call me queen. Don’t put me on coins.Don’t lick my stamp. I’ll sleep on the couch. Dawn, when I leave, I’ll take the blue car.I’ll take the cat, Babs Moonwater. I’ll … Continue reading →

THE RIGHT NOUNS ARE JUST OUT OF REACH Perched on a fallen oak,she notes the lichen like a green aurahovering between the rows of knobson the bark’s rough braille. We are dust. We are spores.The ruffle of turkey tail fungion … Continue reading →

Jeweled Reflections Precious jewels sparkling diamondsSunlight shining over earth, over life.Genuine, precious stone, radiant brilliance star bright.Reflections pure goodness over all beautiful ladies admire.Jeweled beauty sparkles over all gorgeous ladies adore.Steadfast endurance brings complete comfort consistent care. Glorious, mighty strength, … Continue reading →

So Many I Like Let the sands of poetry run through my little sieve.Though below I leave a pile,It makes me smileTo see the pretty pebbles I catchOn the beach between the land and waveAnd put them in my bucket … Continue reading →

Pong I recall things I used to knowthings I lovedNow that I’ve grown oldNo longer chasing butterflies and thinking dreamscome trueor playing my favorite game of chase the ballwith youAnd my broken arm around my favorite boyhood palPong, my dogMy … Continue reading →

Weeding As a child I never understood her drawto the chore of the garden. Why she wouldcome home, kick off her shoes, slip into a terry clothtube top and shorts and kneel in the soil for hours, weedingcrabgrass and Creeping … Continue reading →

Ultrasound The technician turns the light offabove the couch.I float in the cool, underwater glowfrom beyond the mottled, blue curtain,and the quiet whoosh of the ventilationis the sound of waves rolling above my head.She presses the gel-covered probeagainst my chest:the … Continue reading →

Delian Diving In the Symposium, the Greeks got drunkon wine they’d watered down. So I ordera wine spritzer to get the proportionsright, while my dinner companion tells mehe learned the lines for the play he was inby declaiming them to … Continue reading →

Jagged With sunken eyes and shallow breathshe apologizes for the stacks of booksnow smothered by cobwebs and dust.Jagged edges of their broken linesstab the heavy, oppressive air.Like crumbling temple columns dotting earth,they elicit thoughts of once-great civilizationsand challenge me to … Continue reading →