A spring breeze rustles the trees
shooshes across my neck
as a solitary songbird
dee-da-das from afar.
The sun pokes a morning face through tree limbs,
breathing hello at me
just as my old dog did minutes ago,
filling my nostrils
with her warm doggy scent,
the universe’s most gentle wake-up call. Continue reading
In poetry I find beauty
In poetry I find peace
In poetry I find an antidote to daily life
an antidote to noise
an antidote to chaos
an antidote to cruelty and to uncaring
and to thinking about the unspeakable horrors people commit Continue reading
The shoreline meanders and we with it
skimming rocks across the sleepy water,
murmuring to each other,
our voices hushed as we watch
for the shimmery flash
of fish surfacing
to snatch an evening meal.
In the distance a solitary fisherman
casts off,
the silken thread from his reel
spinning out into the lake,
offering a too-easy dinner
for any fish lazy or foolish enough
to accept. Continue reading
He turns metal drums into murals,
rescues industrial waste containers
to pound flat
and cut
with intricate patterns,
swans and fish and foliage emerging
from their former prisons of tin,
prigione
released
from the captivity that denied their very existence.
Yesterday’s Poetic Earth Month challenge from Tweetspeak Poetry was to write a poem about a reclamation process. I’m not sure this is a finished poem; it might be just a fragment. What do you think?
Yellow blush dangling nearly out of reach
I stretch on tiptoe to reach you,
pluck you from your home to bring you to mine. Continue reading
I broke your Christmas ornament.
It slipped from careless fingers,
shattered and scattered across the floor.
I stood staring, tears welling in my eyes,
heartbroken,
as if my very memories of you
were in the splintered shards. Continue reading