Sunday, April 30, 2017

LISTS/ April 30, 2017/ The Sunday Whirl/ Sunday's Whirligig/ Poets United -- Poets Pantry

LISTS

 

where to begin                      first things first                      create a list               

 

begin the calendar year       january the month                life curled by the fire

 

making lists                            new year’s resolutions          all to be broken in short order

 

with that out of the way       a new list of what is next     perhaps i will

 

 

 

mingle with the jays             in spring                                 pick the yellow daffodils

 

sit on the branch       and sing at the top of my lungs       the songs of spring

 

i let go                         and spiral to the ground                   join the saints in prayer

 

i wear woven sackcloth       of brown                                 rough to the touch

 

run in the fields of new green         an itch breaks out     cabin fever burning

 

 

 

check the lists                       settle accounts                      you are the daughter


 i never had                            dressed in lace              a red silk rope around your waist

 

you drag it behind                red line in the landscape     dolls on a shelf

 

lives woven from thin air      the year continues                new lists created

 

April 30, 2019            

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

April 26, 2017 Poets United Midweek Motif/GRAINS OF SAND

GRAINS OF SAND

the morning silent                    not a breath of air        snow still on the ground

it is spring                                and in spring                you can expect

the unexpected                         you enter the room       traces of mud still on your boots

a bright feather in your cap      your pockets full          you hum a pleasing tune

familiar                                                and yet reminds me      of a distant land

far pavilions                             mountains rise                     plains spread to the horizon

you acknowledge me                kiss my lips                  and begin your story

where you have been               what you have seen      gains of pink sand between your fingers

April 26, 2017



                                   


           



Sunday, April 23, 2017

April 23, 2017 Sunday's Whirligig #108 -- The Sunday Wordle # -- Poets United Poets Pantry/ Beach Trash

     BEACH TRASH

 

the kitten softly curls against me                it is no longer midnight

 

a time sleep eludes me                    no longer blinded by darkness                   

 

it is morning              in memory                  i step out onto the deck      

 

it has been many moons                  since maidens in the form of blue herons

 

 

 

have greeted me there         the seagulls fly and fight for morsels          scream

 

play tough-of-war on the beach                  the dead and dying  rot there

 

you could not say                  life at sea is peacetime         to eat or be eaten

 

their lives are a game of       hide and seek      glass balls or fisherman’s floats

 

 

 

wash ashore               sparkle among the beach trash                   the bits and pieces

 

the dead bodies        no longer what they were                no longer full of color

 

flashing through the water          but colorless                       tied together in death

 

seldom do we recognize       what remains                                    beach trash now      

 

April 23, 2017

 

                                                                                                                       

 


 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

April 10, 2017 The Sunday Whirl #295 - Sunday's Whirligig - Poets United Poets Pantry / Easter

EASTER  

 

it is morning                             i listen for your call                            the world is waking

 

a new day is born                     a day of celebration                                 a moveable feast

 

people followed the patterns of nature       the equinoxes         & the solstices are sacred

 

the amount of day & night are similar            easter                    a celebration of new life

 

& relief from the cold                                   yesterday            from my bedroom window

 

i saw two bunnies in the sage                i always wondered        where that idea came from

 

 

 

spring the time of renewed life       after the chill of winter            eggs became the symbol 

 

often we have forgotten the origin        the idea of the easter bunny      & decorated eggs

 

by themselves seem insane       rabbits & hares      were associated with the goddess eostre

 

the stores are filled with products         stuffed bunnies           easter baskets & plastic eggs 


treats fill children’s baskets         without considering the origins        it all seems quiet mad

 

children hunting for colorful eggs                 rolling across the lawn              who has most  

 

April 10,2017