Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Thursday, April 3, 2025

Sensei At Sunset

 

And so, once again
I speak to you of the rat--
the bachelor rat--
who visits my garage.

He is a good rat,
even a fine one as rats go.
Never once has he lied to me
or tried to be anything
but what he is.

I feed him each evening
but tried to stop when the weather improved.
He came out and looked at me
as if to ask what had happened
and couldn't we overcome it?

I admire the rat.
He harbors no silent resentments.
He is who he is
all the time
and perhaps that is why he is alone.

I am alone also
and I am who I am, as the rat teaches.
I have a fine dog.
Many birds come to visit
and I feed this rat
rather than trying to kill him.

Goodnight, good sir.
I am grateful for your life
and my own.
___________

for Dverse Meeting the Bar

Music: Leon Russell Stranger In A Strange Land




Wednesday, April 2, 2025

At Breakfast

 

at breakfast
your smile
made me want to smash it
as bravely fragile things
sometimes do.

at lunch
I called you
like climbing Everest
because it is there
and like a metronome
because it always has.

At dinner
I made something nice
that our son wouldn't eat.
I said,
starve then.
you said,
what would you like instead?

At midnight
you wanted it
but I
kissed the dog,
told him I love him
and rolled away from you

like a pearl
from a broken strand.
______

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Monday, March 31, 2025

Sneakers

 

I dreamed I was young again
which seemed natural
(and woke up old again
which did not.) 

I had on kicks that looked as if
they'd been left out in the rain,
buried in a mud slide
and chewed up by wild dogs.

Does a life get old, too?
When is the last day of school?
When do all these teachers
lose their love of lessons?

I dreamed I was looking
for new blindingly white shoes
to make my feet like new brides
puppies fresh as fabled loves.

I woke up gimpy, slow, sore.
A shining soul misplaced
in this beat-up box of a body.
It must be keen for a new ride.

I dreamed I was young again
but woke up old
without possibility of parole
except by the sleep that cures and mends.
_____________

for Word Garden Word List--Game Six

Music: Grace Potter, I Shall Be Released


Process notes: I did dream last night that I was young again and wearing completely worn-out sneakers from long travels. I had it in mind to buy new, spiffy, blindingly white ones that day as I had another journey ahead.
   Some years back, I had a dream in which I was vividly, pointedly, and emphatically told that April 17th would be my day to step across into the light. However, there was nothing about what year. And so, every spring I get a little nervous. In fat, I was seriously scared the first time around, but the day has come and gone several times now and like Elton John, I'm still standing. For the first time, I'm sanguine about the day approaching. If this is the year, I'm okay with that.

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Word Garden Word List--Game Six

 

Hello my little spring chickens, and welcome to another Word Garden Word List poetry prompt! If you know me, you know that I have been a seamhead since I was 6 years old, and with this week being the opening of a new baseball season, I have chosen an excellent book as our source this time: Mark Frost's Game Six.

The Mick. He had retired by the time of game six.

Game Six
is an immensely entertaining and readable account of game six of the classic 1975 World Series. It delves into the personalities of the players, what made game six so memorable, and is packed with interesting information I didn't know before. 

Some of you don't care about the sportsing!

I know that not all of you care about baseball, but it doesn't matter! Just use 3 or more of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of your own. Then simply link up, visit others, and then sit back in the sun with a dog and a Coke and enjoy yourself! This prompt remains active through next Saturday. 

And now, your List:

children
curiously
doggone
fabled
few
gimpy
job
kicked
leather
master
plant
poster
promise
rain
school
scrap
souls
spotlight
story
tradition

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Forever Friend

 I was (as you know)
your father's friend,
his support and sanctuary.
He trusted me
with his Royal
and knew I would guard
his heavy black pencils,
gum erasers,
handheld hole punch
and precious papers.

Robert Frost, 
forever choosing between two roads,
was my partner
your Dad's familiar,
watching over us from the wall.
And you, young lady,
used to slip in on the sly
and pretend to be
as great as the man you loved so much.

Now he has passed
but you have his treasures in a box
and me 
in your home,
an honored guest.
I know you know
that I am your friend as well
and can be trusted to be here
(sans ashtray)
to guard your things and your heart
just as I did
for your Daddy
when you were just a child.




for Dverse Poetics: Personifying the Abstract

Music: Nilsson Good Old Desk


Remember, Word Garden Word List remains active until Sunday!

Monday, March 24, 2025

En Graved (A Love Poem)


 look close--
here is your engraved invitation
the Hubble at your disposal.

A long bone
and rose thorn comprise my stylus--
the blasted dust of the moon we thought so lovely
is wounded into an imago

a blighted imbecile twin, 
love lost and lunatic.

_________

for Quadrille Monday "Engrave Your Name Across My Heart"

Image:  from the excellent indie film Another Earth

Music: Til Tuesday The Other End (Of the Telescope)



Sunday, March 23, 2025

Giselle

 

In Paris, at that time
we knew of Giselle, the world's most
talented and also hideous torch singer.
Muddy complected,
with white eyes like egg shells,
and skin chock-a-block with blue veins,

the woman was hard on the vision, sweet to the ears.

Have you ever heard
a buzzard that could break your heart?
Giselle could wring your soul with Gloomy Sunday,
make you miss someone
you never met with Lover Man
(Oh Where Can You Be?) She was serious!

Willow Weep For Me used to make 'em bawl like babies.

So one night this strange cat
showed up and started bringing her
trifles -- sugar candies, baubles, pretty shells and whatnot.
Oh, she sang, Just in time,
you found me just in time and she smiled
like a split shoe and ran her broken branch fingers through his hair.

We wondered, is he crazy? Blind? What?

Well, he weren't blind.
Cat could read a menu from five miles off
and he was no bug either, he was some kind of poet.
What we found out, after a long time,
was that this cat was stone deaf from bombs in the war.
He just loved Giselle like a bird loves the sky at dawn when it's

Beginning To See The Light. 
_________

for Word Garden Word List--My Dear I Wanted To Tell You

Music: Della Reese I'm Beginning To See the Light