Poetry Here (Mostly)

Flowers


IMG_0577Dependent, and dependable,

a woman pushing another,

the burden of infirmity shared.

Wheels spin as we parallel

on the otherwise empty pavement.

One twin above the other,

like sunflowers, on the same stalk,

They turn to look at me and offer

the sincerity of unforced smiles,

positive comments, and hopes

that I have a very good day,

I mean it when I wish them the same.

Short but memorable encounter,

for as I continue on my way,

it can’t be coincidental that

My own petals have begun to unfurl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Didn’t Sound Like Love


IMG_1843A nocturnal screech assaulted
the neighborhood and roused my
sympathy for a female feline
at the mercy of a heated tom.

While sipping my herbal tea, and
watching a late, late show, I could
not help hearing nature take its
course beneath my window.

The deed seemed done but still
I wondered just where those cats
came from, who had let them roam,
and why my dog lay unconcerned.

 

Freedom


IMG_1498.jpg We exited
off the freeway
to wind around
country boulders.

Off-road-shoulder
placards expressed
state of rural
independence:

“Deer may cross”
“Rocks may slide”
“May flood when it rains”
“Horseback riding allowed”

 


bird fight.jpgThe tidy deserve
messy comforts and
grateful expressions.

The fierce admire
tough challenges that
suspend all chuckles.

The clumsy amble
irked by bright glimmer
spangled in their eyes.

The deceived complain
and exaggerate
great astonishment.

The fleet and versatile,
by coincidence,
perform and delight.

Hangings


Warp of rosy ribbons
weft of thorny dread
soft and roughly twined
erratic tapestries
I weave within my mind

At the window I view
looms of crowning limbs
and undulating leaves
where wefting windy ropes
cross warps of silken breeze

Weather at last eases
bindings cut and gone
standing free garden tree
once again embroiders
tranquil greenery

FaceTime Looking Glass


Such a long distance between me and you,

wish I could climb in and continue through

to be on your side from here on the other,

sweet infant girl, I’m your new grandmother.

If I could sip Lewis Carroll’s potion,

perhaps I might swim in I-Phone’s ocean,

and stream along with invisible waves,

a Map ap to guide out of cyber caves.

If I avoid phone’s electric circuits,

my arrival there could be just perfect,

but must not forget what it takes to grow

or I will stay smaller than Chloe’s toe.

Patience and Fortitude


When Fahrenheit rose uncomfortably

up several degrees internally,

thermometer neared one hundred and two,

the abnormal heat caused my shivers too.

Decided to follow voices I’d read,

fever burns virus until it is dead,

without those pharmaceutical effects

that can cause kidney or liver defects.

“Won’t take medicine, are you serious?

Perhaps, illness has made you delirious.”

“Look, I’m still taking my blood pressure pill,

and adhere to multi-vitamin drill.”

I moaned at well-intentioned suggestions,

and groaned rather than answer his questions.

I allowed sickness to follow its course,

slowly got better, and am not divorced.


My poem got trapped in a Pen.

“Please, Pen, begin to write again.”

 

Snobby as a Fountain, Pen clicked,

“Your rhyme’s not worthy of my ink.”

 

“Release my words on paper here,

it’s not your job to  judge or  jeer.”

 

“Stanzas neither worthy nor sage,

I won’t allow upon a page.”

 

“You’re so old fashioned and cruel,

soon, you’ll be a dry fossilized tool.”

 

With that, I snapped on Pen’s cap,

and moved blank notebook from my lap.

 

Pen’s critique sounded much muter,

when I turned on my computer.

 

But, I feel somewhat frustrated,

poem’s still hidden and hated.


Night crept out

window’s mouth,

scented breeze

singing trees,

early morn

coffee warm,

again.

Grabbed a cup,

toast popped up.

paper news,

ink-black views,

daily chores,

then outdoors,

again,

again.

Walked with dog,

ravens called,

flowery scene,

southwest green,

season brings

near same thing,

again,

again,

again.

Evening mixed

dinner fix,

greet, speak, eat,

watched TV,

minutes gone,

day moved on,

again,

again,

again,

again.

 

 


Stretched lake breeze,

ten thousand trees,

continuous bay,

milky waves,

lonely twinkle,

solitude hills,

daffodils pensive,

golden thoughts.

 

——

The Daffodils

William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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