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

untethered

Day 18 -Poetic Asides PAD- life or death

untethered
there is a fragile line between
life and death
one you can cross only
once
there is no turning back
no
do-over
and when you hop that
line
you go alone
all the things that tethered you
left behind

haphazard words

 

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”

Im(portent) Moon

 

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

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Poetic Asides PAD 28 – “Important (blank)”

fiddle-de-diddle

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”