ridiculous: the difference
from aquatic birth to
solid earth, so far north
to deepest south
espresso sings: hand to mouth
Category Archives: poetry
Scrutiny, 1
Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
Prose Pose
Baudelaire said to be drunk, always, so this morning I am choosing tea and sunshine. . . .
Autumn (45)
n this fading comes regeneration
(even the most robust things must sleep)
so the trees light up with celebration
while within the soil their roots stretch out deep. . . .
Fishing for Ekphrasis in an Urban Lagoon, 2
like I know my body
like my soul knows that one day
it will answer a magnetic call
of its own
“Nothing is Static or Neutral”
Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
Agitation
tirring up in all its forms
with which a busy day adorns
the fact and fiction of my heart
can leave me breathless with its scorn
awash in doubt, swiftly forlorn,
tossed in the air and torn apart.
Daughter
you:
my one
and only
my messenger
into future years
Family of Sound
…..Hens cluck
Mosquitoes whine
Trees sigh
Flowers giggle
Brooks babble……
Getting back in the saddle
Let’s talk inspiration: as in I am in serious need of some. Over the summer I drew back into my shell like a hermit crab and kept to myself. . . . .
The Poetry Patio 