Sunday, April 30, 2017

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



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


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



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



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                         





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