warm woodsy scent still
lingers in last night’s sweatshirt
campfire memories.
***
aroma’s scrapbook
applewood and pine needles
toasty marshmallows
***
warning: odor chokes
if wind changes direction
when sitting near fire.
air show
04 Aug 2014 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: aphids, barn, crops, plane
engine’s purr signals
plane fast approaching
wild whir of propellors
wings swoop over grove
stirring leafy tree tops
drops low across fields
to lift up quickly again
just escaping live wires
banking sharply back
roaring momentum
echoes loud off grain bins
barely clears old barn roof
nearly scrapes against silo
in death daring dive
to rid farmer’s crops
of marauding aphids.
photo by Lyle Wielenga, 7-28-14
chrysalis
03 Aug 2014 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: butterfly, chrysalis, miracle, monarch, worm
– for Leanne
caterpillar worm
eating way thru milkweed leaves
inches slowly on
stops to shed dead skin
hope curls inside dark cocoon
change from inside out
miracle in time
to emerge as butterfly
delicate wings rise
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.”
-from wisdom book of Ecclesiastes 3:11
perambulatory paradelle
01 Aug 2014 9 Comments
why does the killdeer scream and squawk?
why does the killdeer scream and squawk?
he starts such a fuss when i goes for a walk
he starts such a fuss when i goes for a walk
why i does walk such when he goes squawk
for the killdeer starts a scream and a fuss.
i do not desire his nest eggs so small
i do not desire his nest eggs so small
speckled and hidden in ditch grasses tall
speckled and hidden in ditch grasses tall
i do so ditch eggs speckled and small
tall desire hidden in nest grasses not his.
through ripening fields of gold tasseled corn
through ripening fields of gold tasseled corn
traveled graveled roads on summer’s morn
traveled graveled roads on summer’s morn
on gold tasseled roads of ripening corn
morn traveled through summer’s graveled fields.
why he starts for a walk through his corn
and traveled the gold speckled ditch,
do i not nest a summer’s ripening desire.
when does such tall tasseled killdeer
squawk of graveled eggs and scream on roads?
grasses small morn goes so hidden in fuss fields.
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Billy Collin’s parody form of the villanelle as featured on MTB at:
http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/31/meetingthebar-formforall-paradelles-i-have-obviously-lost-my-mind/
this is a brain on DMT
31 Jul 2014 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: DMT, dream, nightmares
My response to poetics by Anthony at dVerse on DMT, or Dimethyltryptamine:
“It’s the most common drug, and also the rarest; our brain secretes the chemical when we go to sleep, and that is what causes us to dream.”
I had recurring nightmares as a child…now most of my bad “mind trips” occur while awake 😉
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cold fear feet
freeze to ground
as hot horde of
mad swordsmen
on war horses
pursue offender
to cliff’s edge
high above surf
pummeling sharp
rocks below;
soft silt crumbles
victim tumbles
falling backwards,
feels salty spray
just before the
shattering
impact—
waking, shaking,
wet with sweat
supine on floor.
palpable dark:
glowing eyes,
bristling hairs,
animal breath
on face faking
sleep, flash of
canine teeth
snapping for
exposed jugular;
transform into
one of the pack,
running in the night
howling at the moon
which looms fuller
with body’s lift-off,
swift upward rush
as human rocket
orbits past bright
lunar craters
to free-fall thru
galaxies of stars.
lying in bed
wide-eyed and
listening to cellar
door creaking open,
footsteps plodding
deliberately up
basement stairs,
slowly through house and then
another door moans;
heavy footsteps louder
now on stairway
leading to this
attic bedroom—
awaken to sound of
own heart pounding,
lying motionless
wondering if…
it’s waiting.
epilogue:
“But I don’t dream!” you say to me.
No dreams at night
may be lack of DMT,
No dreams by day
must be need of poetry!
belfry intruders
27 Jul 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bat, belfry, dark, dusk, wings
brother’s house at dusk
tossing tennis balls up high
attract bats in flight
webbed fingers claw air
phantasy rides on bat wings
flutters in the dark
random wild ideas
scratching in the mind’s attic
nightmares fly at dawn
Photo credit: big-eared townsend bat, Wikipedia
tides of time
25 Jul 2014 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: memories, ocean, seaweed, shells, time, waves
droplets
of water,
miniscule
seconds
of time
collected into
myriad foaming
minutes
of salty brine
spraying wildly
off crests
of rolling
hours;
incessant waves,
pounding out
days
upon the shore.
an ocean
relentlessly
reclaiming
sands of
years
in wrinkling
imprint on
beaches strand,
leaving us
with shiny
scattered
bits & pieces,
of shells;
lives
iridescent
memories.
we pick up
the pretty
moments,
turning
these over
in our hands
to take home
for display
in pint jars
upon shelves,
but best to
leave slimy
clumps of
seaweed
to dry to
brittleness
with the
passage
of time.
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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/
Response to Claudia’s metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.
memorium
23 Jul 2014 3 Comments
mourning doves silent
flowers bloom in blood-stained field
under waning moon
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Today the Netherlands observes a national day of mourning for fallen passengers of Flight MH17.
Link to: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
dear desire
23 Jul 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cabin, cello, desire, kingdom, mountain, peace
build me a mountain
cabin by the sea where i
will write poetry
_____
play me softly slow
making music like cello
strum hum legato
_____
let children live loved
proclaim peace throughout the land
kingdom of heaven
lament
20 Jul 2014 6 Comments
who will wail
in mourning?
God in heaven
must weep
at travesties
wreaked on
humanity by
our inhumanity.
who grieves for
already forgotten?
once innocent
Nigerian school girls
herded like cattle
sold against will
thinly holding dim
hopes of rescue.
who still sorrows
brothers’ conflict?
dating back to
Jacob and Esau
renewed with
deadly rockets
lighting the night
sky over Gaza.
who will cry by
empty coffins?
while body parts
lie neglected and
exposed amid
burned wreckage
of passenger flight
downed in Ukraine.
humankind is
possessed by
an amor mortis;
locked in macabre
gambol with violence;
to whom will death
extend bony fingers,
asking next dance?
“They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.
‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace.” (Jeremiah 6:14)
don’t bug me
16 Jul 2014 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bug, earwig, fireflies, mosquitoes
mid-summer evening
pulling weeds in my garden
mosquitoes singing
—–
grandma, what is it?
fireflies, my little bright one.
oh look — I catched it!
—–
refreshing shower
till earwig crawls out of drain
startles privacy
(photo credit: Leave No Trace)
virtual ball in Tuscany
15 Jul 2014 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: garden, palace, poets, pub, renaissance
invitation to
a poets’ party
yes, i’ll come!
where? what
better place than
Boboli’s garden;
grounds of the
Pitti Palace, in
fair Florence,
heart of the
renaissance.
hanging out
at “the Pub”,
d’Verse Poets,
is part of my
personal poetic
renaissance;
fair garden of
wordsmiths,
each statuesque,
monumental in
creative voice.
here i can
find “The (an)
Abundance” of
poetic ideas,
original online
fruits of writers
dedicated to
sculpting marble
thoughts into words
to share veritable
bounty of beauty.
raise your hand
clink the glass
give a toast (of
bronze wheat,
golden corn or
ripened vine)
to salute the
“pub tenders”,
party hosts who
serve all a happy
3rd anniversary!
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photo: The Abundance 1608 – 1637 by Sebastiano Salvini
Giardino di Boboli at Palazzo Pitti, Florence
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