March 20, 2014 We Write Poems #205/A Good Day in the Neighborhood

A Good Day in the Neighborhood

The sun sets in the West

And the horizon lights up

Neon light show natural

I lock the studio door

Day is done

You wait for me

We share a drink

Talk about poetry

Sometimes I read

Sometimes you do

We talk about art

Sometimes I show

Sometimes you do

How do you like it

(It includes

The assumption

That you do)

Is there something

You would change

We talk about it

We prepare

Something to eat

Last night

We cooked

Chicken

Spinach

Mashed potatoes

Later

A bath

Some TV

What has happened

In the world

On this day

Outside my

Neighborhood

Later still

We lock the doors

Lights out

We sleep

Knowing it has

Been a good day

March 19, 2014/ We Write Poems, Mid Week Prompt/ Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday!

Let’s celebrate today

No it’s not my birthday

And since we share birthdays

It’s not your's

But it’s someone’s

There are new arrivals

Everyday

What harm to light

A candle

Dance and sing

Bow in appreciation

Look around

Make a reconnaissance

See where you are

Let’s have a pink cake

And ice cream

With a cherry on top

Let’s celebrate

Happy Birthday

March 17, 2014 /We Write Poems #10 /The Sea Shore

The Sea Shore 

Sometimes life

Is like walking

On eggshells

Take care

For fear of

The crunch

Sometimes I 

Am thirsty

For lack of rain

Sound of drums

From the Pueblo

Fill hot

Desert air

Like angels

Chanting for relief

Sometimes storm

Clouds gather

In response

Rain drowns

The demons

Soaks their wings

Leaves them in

Puddles

Sometimes in

Summer along

Forest path

Discovery of

Honeysuckle

With its’

Sweet taste

On my tongue

Treasured memory

Of childhood

And sometimes

The blue of the

Desert sky

Warming the

Desert sands

Join in memory

With the blue

Of the bay

Seashells

Seaweed

Sea foam

Combine as in

A letter of blue

Tied with a ribbon

Help me to see

Where I have been...

And you

March 16, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ Sunday Morning March 16, 2014/Poetry Pantry #193

plop, wicker, green, bottle, city, strips, small
apple, dust, tower, slack, squeeze, fuss

Sunday Morning, March 16, 2014

The day’s beginning

Still dark

The moon

Shines brightly

Lighting my way

To the studio

The sun still sleeping

Behind Taos Mountain

I left the wicker

Behind in the city

Where I was born

Without fuss

Came to this

Little New Mexico

Town, city of dust

Plopped myself down

And here I stay

No green as far

As I can see

Strips of paper

Filled with prayers

Hang slack

From the sage

Quietly waiting

For the winds

Of April

The ant towers

Remain like

Abandoned cities

Do ants hibernate

Like bears

Sleep away the

Winter months

Trapped inside

Like small boats

In a bottle

Hard to know

What goes on

Underground

_________________

In Between

I have discovered

It is not the ‘thing’

But what is in between

The transition

How we get from

Here to there

The bridge

To nowhere

Nothing you can hold

In your hand

Can’t even see it

Yet ...

It supports

The  ‘thing’

The ‘what' of it all

Which is not

Without what is

In between