A place for poems and pics
I’m just gonna
plop some words
on a page and hope
that they will arrange
themselves into a poem
or a novel or at least
some sage advice
that they might dance
romance, entrance
and unsuspecting reader
that they survive,
arrive in time to patch
a broken heart,or two
produce, seduce, let
loose a laugh or even
a guffaw, a cackle
or a silly snort
I’ll set them free
no guarantee or
warranty attached
–
Poetic Asides PAD 29 – “haphazard”
shorter than average
a compassionate soul –
tears at the ready
a bit stubborn (according to some)
restless in a creative way
flexible (thanks to yoga) –
yes, I can go with the flow
a quiet force for change
down to earth especially
under un-manicured nails
artist disguised as a peasant
“
Today at Real Toads, Kelli wants to know – Who are you? – in 50 words
I planted peas by your
lambent (nightl)light
and started tomatoes
according to your (de)signs
I mowed and sowed
and flowed with the charts
you waxed poetic in
blossoms – white as light
I danced in your fullness
until waning, not complaining
we rested at the dawn
and yet this gonzo gardening
asks no pardoning from the sun
~
Poetic Asides PAD 28 – “Important (blank)”
the moon has taken
the whole night off
and the stars have
called in sick
the cow took off
from the ground but found
there was nothing
up there to jump over
the dish and spoon
got lost in the dark
and stumbled their
way back home
the little dog thought it
was all a big joke and
chuckled and laughed
out loud
but the fiddling cat
such a very cool cat
fiddled his way to dawn
–
Poetic Asides PAD 27 – “take off”
drifting down
no longer in flight
bird feather
(a tricube)
is this love
or something
else I feel
my cheeks are
pinky my
head’s spinning
it could be
love or some
other spell
Poetic Asides – PAD 26 – “love or anti-love”
lost not found
one sock
always one sock
missing after a week
of camp
I pack them in pairs
and one always wanders
off on its own looking
for adventure outside
the duffel bag
I’ve seen these daring
socks along the hiking
trails and on the path
to the dining hall looking
haggard and down trodden
left behind when campsites
hold nothing but the detritus
of carefree summer days
destined for the lost and
found box that no one ever
bothers to check
replaced by new pairs
rolled together for safe keeping
photo by Tom Chambers
~~
You are cordially invited
deer, the invitation read,
to a dinner in your honor
so I donned my finest
white dress and brushed
my hair until it shone
cleaned the dirt from
under my fingernails
pinched my cheeks to
give them a blush of color
I brushed up on my table
manners and witty repartee
memorized some famous
poems and read the top
news stories of the day
I arrived promptly at the
appointed hour only to find
there was no spelling error
in that invitation (I had assumed
the “deer”was me)
and I would not be sitting in the
place of honor today
Mag 312
This week Mish and I are hoping you find peace amid the storms of life.
~
photo by Mish
~
Safe Harbor
`
I sailed my little ship
through unknown seas
navigating through storms
and doldrums letting
the stars guide my
passage
I sailed my little ship
without fear of
rocky shores
until I found peace
The quality of mercy
is not negotiable
you can not barter
for a larger measure
you can not hoard it
like a miser
although you beg
and plead it is given
only from the heart of
the compassionate
unto the meek and humble
hubris will not gain favor
or conceit feel its tender
touch
it can not be bought
or sold and its value
can not be numbered
The quality of mercy
is a gift
~~~
It’s all about Shakespear today in the Garden
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