When the Circus Came
The backyard was still and quiet
No sign of bird or beast, until
she ventured out to fill the feeders
Then, as if by magic, flying,
chirping, scurrying from seed to tree –
acrobats in fur and feather,
a circus outside my window
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Gossip
Gossip
I hear them in the tall pine trees
large crows that look like splats of
black ink on the branches,
gossiping loudly among themselves
There is no need for them to whisper, theirs is a language
I will never understand
I wonder if they speak of murder
Early Bird & Me
Day 9 of Poetic Asides PAD – write a love or anti-love poem (or both)
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Early Bird & Me – a Villanelle
He loves to rise before the sun
While moon and stars are still at play
My night of dreaming not yet done
He, wide awake, his day begun
My eyes are closed – please go away
He loves to rise before the sun
He thinks that I am not much fun
Because in bed I tend to stay
While moon and stars are still at play
He doesn’t know, I sometimes run
Through starlight, under moonbeams lay
He loves to rise before the sun
When moon is tired, stars twinkling done
My moon’s a shining yellow drum
He loves to rise before the sun
Before birdsong is even sung
And I dream on in my own way
He loves to rise before the sun
While moon and stars are still at play
7 or maybe 3
Day 8 of Poetic Asides PAD – write a lucky number poem
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7 or maybe 3
I always thought my lucky
Number should be 7
It is, after all, the date of
My birth – what could be luckier
But I have begun to reconsider 7
All straight lines with an elbow
That pokes out rather rudely
I feel drawn to 3 – softly curved
With numerical love handles
Its name a whisper that reminds
Me of ‘thee’, and I begin to count
The ways
A Teabag Kind of Day
Thirty poems in April: a final in verbs
We are verbing around in the Graden for the last day of April
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A Tea-bag Kind of Day
I have been tea-bagged
Dunked in and out of hot water
Then left to steep too long –
Had every ounce of goodness
Squeezed out of me
And now you wonder why
I am just a bit bitter
If you were more observant you
Could have read the warning in the
Dregs I left behind
Breaking Up
MTB — Variations on the Rubaiyat – Frank is tending bar at the Pub today
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Breaking Up
The moment that you touch my lips
I feel more inches on my hips
More pounds the scale will indicate
If I but make one little slip
I’ve licked you from my fingertips
And savored you as warming sips
I’m sorry darling chocolate
I’m leaving you for crisp kale chips
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Just kidding! 🤗 I would never break up with chocolate.
My Almost Masterpiece
My Almost Masterpiece
How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?
I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?
Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?
Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?
On This Rainy Day
On This Rainy Day – a Pantoum (I think)
just one color on this rainy day
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
my bed is where I wish to stay
forget appointments or show up late
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
trees and bushes a shade of gray
forget appointments, show up late
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
trees and bushes a shade of gray
chocolate cake upon a plate
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
a lazy day to appreciate
chocolate cake upon a plate
my bed is where I wish to stay
a lazy day to appreciate
just one color on this rainy day
The Physics of Stardust
Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
We’re having a Physics lesson in the Garden and over at NaPoWriMo we’re writing about things that happen over and over again. This poem is a triple play because it fits in the prompt at Poetic Asides too. Whoo hoo!!!
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The Physics of Stardust
Star dust particles are
Waving at me
Bouncing through space
At incredible lengths
Forcing me to look up
Make a wish, find the energy
To tell my secrets to a spinning
Universe as if it doesn’t matter
Skywriting
Day 29 – Poetic Asides PAD – meter
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine – word from a favorite poem
I used the word meteor from a poem, Landscape With Desire by Julia Kasdorf
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Skywriting
The moon was (sky)writing love
Poems in the night with a
Glittery pen
Meteors streaking across
The sky trailing
Messages of hope and peace
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