Monday, August 21, 2017

8/21 monday

The moon, already on its journey across the sun, 
Shrouded that brilliant orb in transmutation,
Daylight to dusk.

And slipping into the warm waters under 
Those pin oaks, with sharp awareness of this 
Attenuated, lucent light,

Realized this strange, changes air has the same depth 
As on that last day when I walked out of time, 
Away from you,

Into another forever. 


Thursday, August 17, 2017

8/17

Missed chances to say,
As worry kept me
Small and still,

Even as soul cried out
Speak, say, love you.
Missed chances rued.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

8/16

Watching evening clouds 
Puff into glorious billows.
Traditions long upheld.
I watch the rainbow hues

Puff into glorious billows.
This little dog seated by me,
I watch the rainbow hues.
You would love

This little dog seated by me.
Alba, not here yet a week,
You would love
This quiet heart, mellow spirit

Alba, not here yet a week, 
Traditions long upheld, 
This quiet heart, mellow spirit.
Watching evening clouds.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

7/8

Resting in soft late evening breezes, 
a deep front rolling in overhead.
Ah, to live so close to tidal waters, 
spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air.

A deep front rolling in overhead, 
pattering rain near, thunder distant. 
Spindrifty sounds, dewy salt air,
rhythms lulling over into sleep.

Pattering rain near, thunder distant, 
turn facing the freshening winds.
Rhythms lulling over into sleep
darkening skies past sun’s bright heat.

Turn facing the freshening winds,
ah, to live so close to tidal waters.
Darkening skies past sun’s bright heat,
resting in soft late evening breezes.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

5/20

Life's a will-winded symphony, 
a gorgeous shining, aching chant
sweetly singing together. 

5/19

Love is not delicate, 
So rock it for the sweet
Gift it is.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

5/18

Time waxes true through
a thousand essential moments.
Live with beauty.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

4/4/17

How three dimensional flying is:
the blue deepening above
is similar familiar.

Among, then below, windrows of sun painted 
ever changing cloud-bergs skidding
across sky shoals,

Hiding beneath looping curves of silvered rivers,
crossing softly green grayed farm fields dappled 
by purpled shadows.

Different densities of  air

How three dimensional grieving is:
the blue within deepening 
into similar familiar.

Among, then below, windrows of hurt color 
ever changing depths of pains skidding 
across soul shoals,

Hiding beneath the looping curves of the heart,
crossing softly grayed emotions dappled 
by purpled sorrow.

Different densities of air 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

3/21

Tugboat slips upriver, a whirring glide
Under skies blushing into nightside.
Fleeting time to last,
Too quickly gone past,
Like me, rushing to keep with the tide

Monday, March 20, 2017

3/20

Banners sky sweep shades of Prussian blues
Clouds softly stretched 'gainst turquoise hues
On indigo edges
Songs from sedges
Waterfowl call evening adieu

Thursday, March 9, 2017

3/9

What soap is to the body,  
my mother in law would say,
tears are to the soul.
For a long time I have felt that way.

My mother in law would say,
put on a believable façade.
For a long time I have felt that way,
Present the appropriate nod.

Put on a believable façade,
Guess I've known.
Present the appropriate nod,
the quiet heart alone.

Guess I’ve known,
Tears are to the soul,
the quiet heart alone,
what soap is to the body.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

3/8

Ah, the vagaries of placement.
Of being not quite in the correct place,
Hovering again behind

By just a bit too much, missing again, 
Out of contention, no chance at the cup.
Left ever pushing

Against a kudzu karma of tedium, aware
My latitudes aren’t right, but not quite 
Accepting my longitudes.  

Ah the vacillations of situation.
When one knows the correct place but
Can’t get there,

As there is just out of reach.
No ribbon, no ring, no laurel leaf,
Falling again untangling,

Dangling

Monday, March 6, 2017

3/6

I am now used to waitresses 
not knowing where to park the odd person. 
Seven? Yes, I am the odd number, 
I am the odd five, odd three, odd one. 

Not knowing where to park the odd person, 
can’t she just sit at the bar by herself? 
I am the odd five, odd three, odd one.
What to do, she still doesn’t fit.

Can’t she just sit at the bar by herself?
I am thankful friends include me, 
What to do, she still doesn’t fit,
as I continue to figure life out.

I am thankful friends include me, 
seven? Yes, I am the odd number. 
As I continue to figure life out,
I am getting used to waitresses. 


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

3/1

Grief, will you come talk to me? 
I could talk to you, I could say, 
You are getting too comfortable in my life,  
I don't want you always in my day.

I could talk to you, I could say, 
Quit ruling my life,
I don't want you always in my day.
Not front and center, not constantly here.

Quit ruling my life. 
Talk to me, I am listening. 
Not front and center, not constantly here.
Change is so frightening.

Talk to me, I am listening.
You are getting too comfortable in my life,
change is so frightening. 
Grief, will you come talk to me? 


Saturday, February 18, 2017

2/18

a day of mermaids wringing their hair,
sheets of water falling everywhere  
muddy poodles rollicking and frolicking, 
soaking wet, exuberance to spare.