They are so high in the laddered hemlocks fairy wings torn, dressed up pirate angels unaware of my watching them, caught up in their courage & gleeful ascent. Beseech you, mother of backyards protect my daughters when I can no longer reach them. Wrap them in green and gold. Repair those wings that they may … Continue reading Aisling (day 25)
Springtime Ghazal
The dove’s nest, eave-tucked, all messiness Front door watcher, quiet eye, messiness We pick up treefall, the winds of march were brutal Stoop, bend, pile for fires we burn away messiness And still the dovemilk feeds a fragile brood, and parents Trade off day and night, a system free of messiness We hope the cats … Continue reading Springtime Ghazal
Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Sleepbound again, with stars far out of sight I dream the traveler's path, the river bed, the breath of dark dogs on my neck, and blanket snares a-tangle to slow my steps, awaken drowning midnight dread. No peace in questions still unanswered, no peace, yet infinitesimal signs – of hope revived. Bright shadows cast on … Continue reading Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Nine
Two Nonets for Napowrimo day 9 At nine I road a hand-me-down bike Blue Wheels, fat, silver pedals, tight I’d stand for the uphill climb Then fly down Jeffery Hill Miss the gravel patch A sure wipe out Catch myself Laughing bright The number of completion is nine Peace with the lessons learned so far … Continue reading Nine
Glosa #1
The new root of the fern is the part you eat in famine. Harsh words are spoken, but they’re not the ones that make you turn. Where the muscle’s smooth. That’s where it doesn’t fray. The hard part is what comes easy. The hard part isn’t hard. From The Hard Part by Clare Jones Our … Continue reading Glosa #1
Ars Poetica; Reflection on NaPoWriMo With Gratitude
In the lilting back and forth rhythms the mothers voice, the rhyme I heard coming before it crossed her lips The gameness, the puzzle, the tingle It brings, comfort, companionship, Laughter in a lonely world. I fall asleep to it, awaken to it Ramble with it, rumble. Lines Spooling on a page, slim or fat … Continue reading Ars Poetica; Reflection on NaPoWriMo With Gratitude
Day 26- Parody Poem
How doth the little busy me Improve the task at hand, With time so short, anxiety Warm up my inner band! How shamefully she throws it down! How rough she scrawls her ink! And labors hard with clicking sounds Embrace creative stink. In works of mediocrity, I will not tarry long; For heaven’s sake, mundanity … Continue reading Day 26- Parody Poem
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
Early Morning Poems 