Outsider Poet

Outsider Art – in the Garden

outside(r) poet

i wrote outside today
so letters could bask in the warm sun
before being marched one by one
into sentences
so vowels could jump up and down
in mud puddles (sometimes y too)
so consonants could recline
under a shady tree and maybe catch some
zzzzzz
journal pages waved to each other
as a breeze passed by
and pencils rolled dizzily in the grass
then when clouds made it hard to see
i gathered everyone into my arms and
put them into a cozy poem

Eavesdropper

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty five – small places

Eavesdropper

We had a breakfast nook
Two green wooden benches
With just enough room under the
Table for a small girl to slide
Underneath and hide
A dark, secret cave
A place to listen to the grown-ups
Gossip about family and neighbors –
Or so I thought
All they ever talked about was the weather
The price of milk and bread
And some painting I’d never seen –
A little picture with big ears

A Bold Poem

NaPoWriMo Day twenty four – ekphrastic poem based on Medieval marginalia

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A Bold Poem

This poem will not be marginalized

Pushed aside by lions with violins

Cats playing bagpipes or rabbits with knives

It will not become some colored squiggle

Along the edges of a page

This poem is BOLD and brave

Its words SHOUT and wave for attention

For a proper introduction, adulation

Each sentence marches across the page

Following the one before, confidently,

From corner to corner, leaving no room for

Naves and scoundrels

Remembering

FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ The way you see it

We’re taking a second look at favorite poems in the Garden
I love Billy Collins and his poem Forgetfulness is one of many that I read over and over again


Remembering

I don’t worry about forgetting names or dates
I have calendar squares filled with them
wars and generals will not clutter my mind
and maps hold the place of cities, towns, countries
love poems reside in books where I can visit
anytime I feel the need to swoon
recipes, phone numbers, passwords
all written down on paper and flushed
out of my brain – they take up too much room
space that I need for the important things
the sound of your voice,
the feel of your hand in mine,
the way your eyes smile at me

the beat of your heart when we kiss

Full Circle Gardening

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty two – a georgic poem

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Full Circle Gardening

They dug out all that was free
That was natural
And imported exotic plants
Or hybrids with no value
But their beauty
They plowed up the meadows
And surrounded themselves
With lawns that must be tended
Then wondered where the bees
And butterflies had gone
And wrung their hands and
Shook their heads
Turned to science to ‘fix’ the problem
And science at last said, “Plant what’s natural”