Huddling hereThe pier our roofWe won't come out,Storms surge on.Wiggling fingernailsPretending we control theSeasons.Waves re-curl,We are back in June.A June that beepedIn soundtracks of boardwalk arcadesAnd flashedIn rhythmic spotlights of the lighthouse.Cameras and oil pastels,We will capture theseSummer sunsets.The best of thingsNever do lastForever.
You were my artifactDiscovered in a polished caseJust for show.Fooling is what you did best.I could haveBrushed away the dust,Erased and dismantledYour blemishesThat traced your foundation.You are the artifactI no longer lugThat tugged on my spineAnd prevented meFrom walking.An actual rarityNow fills my laboratory.
If I were one,I'd want to be an originalArrangement of letters,Absent of numbersBecause, after all,I am a writer.They have seen allThe landmarks,Searched tunnels andGlided along bridges.Michigan to FloridaAlabama to UtahAnd everything in the in-between.
Dew clings to fields.Calves and cowsWalk the perimeter,Side by side to the fenceClustered with weeds.Flies buzz,Landing on nosesLike airport runways.Coats spotted,Magnified Dalmatian.Hooves heavyGrass blades flatten.Summer rollsLike the fog,Autumn snags ontoThe next momentQuietly.Whispers of appleAs mowers whirAnd harvestThe final rows of corn.Hums of pumpkinAs the September sunRises higher.Drops written by midnightSprinkle the fieldsAgain.
Lily pad pondsBridge the prosaicAnd poetic.Nymphaeaceae1StandingSide by sideShoelaces almost looping.We hold handsBefore blue islandsDotted in greenAs pastel frogs springAnd colored koi swim. Anura2 / Cyprinus Rubrofuscus3Steeping in summer sunFloating on a planet half unknownJust microscopic elementsBelow macroscopic teal.It sometimes feels likeWe are holding the weight ofOuter space.Victoria amazonica4 1: Scientific name for lily pads2: Scientific … Continue reading Lily Pads: A Poem
Tangled likeJellyfish tendrils,Aquamarine and ultramarine,The corals, purplesAnd the greens.HeartsBleeding emotionallyLike ocean and moonSimiles,And when yoursBreaksI'll embroider theEmpty spaces.Rising, fallingUp and upDown then down.No more vacancy.
At nightI envision my houseFloating,Attached to a cometBy silver string,The sheen ofStars and diamonds.Tethered toExpensive thread,My addressTucked in a galaxyAs silence prevailsAnd refuses to beTainted with.Dark wraps my windowAnd I know nothing more.
Metallic eclipseRoaming across the sun.They think it is the moon.Shadow grass,Rays scoop awayLike a lensTwisting fromTelescopes.A junebug rain.
9:58amHeads bobHips swaySneakers are inFor another hard day. 10:14amEntering,A sea of cellsYou try not toBump against,And ignore the onesWho do it to you.10:27am"So what's on your mind?"Asks no one's voice,Except the one residingBehind your forehead.10:30amYou can think of a million and twenty-sixThings.10:38amAre the galaxiesReally expandingEach dayHow wideCan they become?And how many astronautsAre just floating out … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 29 – Waiting
The glass mugDishwasher glintingSlid my way.Fizz foamsBeneath my crescentFingernail,Index dipping intoThe solar systemRippling at the rim.Stars large likeVanilla scoops.---Tinges of morningScooped, raisedBy silver spoons.Frozen flavors frostingTongues and throatsThat once soothedUntamed sleep.---Royally blended sunsetKissed by coral lips.Confetti, pale dotsOf pink,A stirred duo.Light and bright.Creamy smears glimmerBefore eyes and belliesOf chilly appetites.