When you were born we all gathered round you, first of the grandchildren, boychild, we were the planets to you, Sun, and our stories today, carry the dust of decades, your singular mysteries, your wanderings and returns. You remember how your father and grandfather woke you at dawn to watch the morning rise over the … Continue reading Day 25
Day 24 My Grief
Common, hidden hunted by snakes and large birds of prey my grief escapes in scurrying spirals tucks deep in a Poplar crevasse and in the dark, deep at night she sees the shape of hidden things with huge nocturnal eyes looks and looks before she leaps she trusts the mechanics of her outstretched arms the … Continue reading Day 24 My Grief
Day 23 In Conversation
We large female children who find ourselves rocking one another in rhythms of cradle and breast, who stand in line to honor our dead, our grandmothers our lost boys, we rock on our heels, kiss the brows of our fevered sisters in search of ourselves, our missing colors, our unspoken promises, our unnamed regrets, we … Continue reading Day 23 In Conversation
Day 22 Metonymy Me
Raising a cup for the sun to shine in I’m just weary enough inside my skin Darkening, I listen, for I have been Too long at the fair and the lights grow dim. Grandmother’s angel upon the shelf I hearken to angels inside myself Harps play in trees ‘midst the beckoning green Echoes of children, … Continue reading Day 22 Metonymy Me
Day 21
There was a woman strong of heart Who did her best to do her part Who baked the cake and pulled the plow Who did the dishes, milked the cow There was a woman long and lean Who wasn’t nice and wasn’t mean Who paced the floor and clicked her tongue Who climbed a ladder … Continue reading Day 21
Day 20 Sejo
That bagel! I’d given them up for a year but I’m hungry Toasted with butter and cream cheese, a far cry from blueberries and bran This is no failure, rather, fundamental search for pleasure *** These Redbuds catch morning rays, dance in sun and shadow How is it possible tomorrow will bring snow? How can … Continue reading Day 20 Sejo
Day 19 Lunch Anyone?
It peeves, it bothers, agitates annoys, it irks, exasperates It nettles, riles, galls, and vexes Pisses me worse than careless exes The back and forth on email, text is Only trying for a luncheon plan A walk, a meeting, where and when Just name the place, we’ve got the time The back and forth on … Continue reading Day 19 Lunch Anyone?
Day 18 Vince Who Breaks Pencils
Vince Who Breaks Pencils Frightens me enough to make me sick before lessons His white hair, pinched eyes, blistered mouth A master of the Horn, Principle with the Symphony, the only guy I should study with So says my Jr. High Band Director who has taken me as far as he can, being that he’s … Continue reading Day 18 Vince Who Breaks Pencils
Day 17 Moon Landay
Circling days I once followed the moon Mother of expectation, mother of many moods Of course, I had no language for the Tides inside my mind, the swellings in my heart, the pulse Patterns of tears and rages rising That fell away, but rose again, sure as a morning Times I’ve eaten it, watch it … Continue reading Day 17 Moon Landay
Day 16 Skeltonic
This morning’s glory A brand new story Unexplored territory Mundane or revelatory I seek an allegory Record a new day’s history Amused mundanity Bored urbanity All about vanity Disciplined insanity Can this be called humanity? Another game of cleverness I’ll try it without bitterness And join in this togetherness But hardly call it effortless.
Early Morning Poems 