Well no poem for days. May be I have lost my zing! Like this polymer clay guy who seems sort of indefinite. Maybe tomorrow. (I shrug. :)
Friday, May 10, 2024
Saturday, May 4, 2024
PoemADay-May24 #4 The Fourth
The Fourth
We ride the recombent bicycle of movie fame
where today Star Wars memes are ascendant
And the farce is strong us among us
As we gaze blinking into darkness.
Friday, May 3, 2024
PoemADay-May24 #3 No restaurant like home
My May 3rd poem
NO RESTAURANT LIKE HOME
Whole wheat and rolled oats with flax,
golden in the hot pan
cook one side then add to the top:
Red red raspberries, crunchy chopped walnuts.
Add remaining batter on top. Wait.
Wait some more. Flip. Wait. Then Flip some more.
When you think it might finally be cooked inside
Cut it in half and look. Make sure!
Get out the maple stuff.
Pour the coffee.
Be grateful.
Know how improbably lucky it is to have a meal at all.
Thursday, May 2, 2024
PoemADay-May24 #2 Shake, Rattle and Groan
Not sure I like this poem.So rest assured it will change. The picture though, is a weird little sculpture I made decades ago. It's of polymer clay, painted and dressed in a doll wig. Title: The British Invasion -50 years later.
My May 2 Poem:
SHAKE RATTLE & GROAN
back pain, disc flips, muscle relaxers, pain relievers,
Flu bunions, Reluctant hips and knees,
ill-fitting dentures Vertigo, allergies,
Swollen eyelids, reflux with fries
The “golden” years? Marketing lies!
Wednesday, May 1, 2024
PoemADay-May24 #1 The Hiding Habit
Well, I missed out on Poem a Day in April, National Poetry Month, so right here in my own weird little blog - I'm going to post a poem a day for May. Although it's a beautiful month - it's been a very sad one as both my parents died in May. Below is my response to sadness I guess. I used this picture as my poetry prompt. My response is really kind of sketch and what is here might change over time.
When this photo was taken, the windows were wide open and there was a crew of roofers working on the block After a while I noticed my three cats were missing. I hunted under and behind everything until I found them. They were lined up in a straight row in the narrows behind a dresser, hiding from all the noise. Glad I had the camera nearby, as I could never get them to line up like that for a photo.THE HIDING HABIT
When the world shouts obscenities
and the winds of change roar in the trees,
move low to the ground to the hiding place.
When fear is strong, pay attention.
Sit in stillness, in silence and listen.
Wait. Think. You don't have to move yet.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Purr to comfort yourself.
Sunday, April 28, 2024
The apple's proximity to the tree
The Parent As A Child |