I’ve been writing, but posting is another thing. The month continues with many challenges with my son, my business, my ability to stay focused and healthily engaged. So, here it is May and I have yet to post the rest of April’s poems. But I did write them. I did learn some things. Not convinced it’s my medium of choice, but it felt good, like a cat stretching in the sun to do it. I know I’ve grown in my ability to look at things differently and express them in small, concise, or unique ways. It has given me good hope for continued growth. It allowed me to play with words, concepts, emotions, formats, like a child with blocks: building it up and knocking it back down. I dealt with serious things and not so serious things. Hopefully you find some smiles, nods, even a tear or two, or a cheer in these poems below. Here’s to a month of learning and looking forward to May — and continued hopeful progress in the positive direction. As always your comments are deeply appreciated. If my compositions have touched you in any way — even in the realm of negative — I want to hear from you. Thank you for reading and spending time with my words.
April 21, 2013:
Ride Ends And Love Lost Yore
(aka Adverb suicide)
Really it’s not that hard
Early in the morning you
Attend his funeral
Lying there serene and silent
Lost in a terrible tragedy
Yanked back too soon
Too dead
You can’t sty but you must
Leave now
Lose hope
Always
Endear yourself to indecision
RIP, my love
April 22, 2013:
Adverb Demon Exorcizing
I really
You really
He really
She really
They really
Screw the really
Be in the Now
April 23, 2013:
Ode to Coffee
Coffee
Java
Espresso
Latte
Mocha
Pour-Over
Cafe
Go-Juice
Rich goodness
Liquid of Modern Goddess
Hot
Divinity
In my cup,
Mug,
Tumbler,
In my mouth,
Bathing my tongue
In the juice of energy
Fuels my world
My view
My life
April 24, 2013:
In the darkness
In the depths
Of your mind
I know you’re there
Trying to get out
Screaming
For release
To be free
Of the pain
The plight
The hand you were dealt
You rage
In the cage
Of your brain
Help
But the words
Come out
Wrong
Go away
Give up
Let it end
April 25, 2013:
You know
How do you know
That I’m confused
Or that I’m energized
That I’m saddened
Or that I’m giddy
How do you see
That I’m beautiful
Or that I’m haggard
That I’m strong
Or that I’m weak
How do you hear
That I’m profound
Or that I’m foolish
That I’m excited
Or that I’m agitated
How do you taste
That I’m provocative
Or that I’m parched
That I’m refreshed
Or that I’m exhausted
How do you touch
That I’m eager
Or that I’m weary
That I’m soothed
Or that I’m bored
How do you know
Just how to
See
Hear
Taste
Touch
Me
To know me
April 26, 2013:
Oma
Your little frame
Held one hundred
Stones of nervous
Energy
The employers take
Clean
And
Build
In a man’s world
Unschooled always
Your tiny feet
Seized thousands
Paths of confused
Markets
The victory of saving
Coupons
And
Clearance
Five-and-Dime or
Lunch counter dreams
Your wearied hands
Contained millions of
Stalwart cells
Dividing
The chicken for dinner
Potatoes
And
Carrots
With too much or
Not enough salt
Your eight decades
Arrest too many
Favored or unfavored
Memories
The yellow for painting
Dining
Room
Lazy
With too much stuff
Hidden in the basement
Your faded photograph
Recall secreted adventures
In black and white and color
Mystery
The story for telling
War
Bride
Twice
Cryptic past found
Veiled by ignorance
April 27, 2013:
Change
They cut the trees down yesterday
Chopping down my hope
That this village
Will remain committed to
The Good life
The farmer sold his land yesterday
Procuring my acceptance
That this town
Only wants money-grubbing
Developers to Win
The young family moved away yesterday
Shifting the landscape
That this neighborhood
Suffers a for-sale sign death
One home at a time
Time to turn the tide today
Plant new trees, deeper roots
That this community
Can once again grow hope
Wear greed cancer once lived
April 28, 2013:
Wet
Rain
Rain on my mood
Fill my eyes with water
Fill the gutters with pelting
Dowse the cheers, joy
Dowse the land with mud
Quench father winter’s thirst
Quench shadow heart’s humor
Drown my soul in grief
Drown the hope for spring
Rain
Rain
Sink into the river
April 29, 2013:
Kitty
I remember Kitty
Soaking Up the Sun
A wink and a smile
Mai Tai in hand
She’d cuss like a sailor
Yet soothe skinned knees
Of her two toe-headed boys
Then make wild love
She’d stand where others
Dared to tread or park
Preaching Women’s Rights
While ignoring her own
She’d declare your beauty
Despite your objections
While fussing about her
Self-loathsome, but divine frame
I remember Kitty
Infusion of contradictions
Stirring my world
Capturing my heart
April 30, 2013:
Walpurgis Nacht
Down by the garden gate
At the end of Witch’s Hollow
A stooped figure tends
Green, lush herbs to create
Alchemical needs
Of the one on the path
Her hands caress the leaf
The fern, the bud, the stalk
The dried and the dead
To flame the fuel
Of life in the
Beltane Fire
Swept together by
Last year’s besom
The stranger’s silhouette
Falls over her frame
“You block my rainbow,”
She coos with a smile
He grunts and sweeps her
Into his burly, wool-covered arms
Sunshine and Shadow
Mingle and Search
For union in the herb patch
Flora and Faunus
Together
Throughout the Night
Until he leaves again
And leaves her to
Burn Bright
Until the cool
Air comes again
Down by the gate,
She’ll wait again
Another bon fire
Another night
For now,
Burn Bright
And grow
Grow
The light