Sunday, January 21, 2018

A Happy Accident/ The Sunday Whirl --Snow at Last/Sunday's Whirligig --Poets United


A Happy Accident

Is it now           as it was in the beginning          all a happy accident

or intelligent design      someone’s song            matched perfectly

to the sound of the garden chime         all irregularities soothed over

a plethora of variety     each groove endless     nothing final

change is everywhere   each moment unique    and each has its own void

the sponge itself           creature of the sea        created for its own special purpose      

its shape                       size and color               not to be confused with vinyl

none are without interest          each one unique                  

January 21, 2018                    





                       




 Snow at Last


The snow that welcomes winter            is at last here    covers everything

In a glittery blanket          all is new again         it has been a long time coming this year

My breath freezes before me    the windows are frosted           looks like a mirage

I am under its wintery              white spell        mornings gentle breeze whisper

Winter secrets              bear has already entered his cave          hibernates

Last night’s moon         encircled by silver wreath         my footprints deep in the snow

January 21, 2018        

                                                           


Saturday, January 20, 2018

Trees/Imaginary gardens with Real Toads

Trees
trees provide shade                  for the weary traveler  on a hot summer afternoon     

they stand up-right                   just like humans                       as the seasons change                    

they change                              what they are wearing   they color the landscape          

they are always calm                 never in a hurry                       if you want to chat                  

they always have time for you  they are especially good listeners



and like good children they usually remain                  where you left them    

as a child                                  i loved to climb into them        from that vantage point

i could see the whole wide world         curl up for a nap          birds love to perch in them

it is where they build their nests            trees make good neighbors      

January 20, 2018                                            






Tuesday, January 16, 2018

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE A TRIBUTE TO OUR COUNTRY/ dVersr: Poetics: Bold Tributes


   
I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE A TRIBUTE TO OUR COUNTRY       

It is curious                   what we were taught     really doesn’t match

What happened            we found a new            and wonderful land

We brought death         war & destruction         we said, we were 

Men of "god"                  we embraced                a way of life  


                

That held men in chains   sold humans              men/ women & babies too

A half-a-crown will do                          these people                 

Built this country       we wanted their labor cheap        put silver in our pockets

Because their skin was different           and now a man of orange





Would like us to continue in the way                  step back in time

his ideas should be shot down              before they rise

the fellow is totally mad     mad as a hatter      we seek safety in the bar           

we raise our voices         in unison                      we scream for help





Our leader                     has lost "our" way           a tiny man among men


Will we follow               like lemmings                   right over the cliff


January 16, 2018





"Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown."
⁃ Thomas Hardy
from, 'The Man He Killed'

Words for my poem were taken from this quote by Tomas Hardy.