April 21 poem - Forecast

haiku, poem about the haiku

Forecast

tight spiral green ferns
uncurling near the stone wall
hard frost tomorrow

On forecasts:

If we knew what was coming
would we set out anyway?
Follow the map until we
sail off the edge of the known world
and make a brand new map?
Let the revisions begin.

Uncle Eddie on the lamb: Edward H Smith

Mom came home from the hospital Saturday morning, and Sunday - early in the morning - we got a call from mom's sister, my Aunt Flo in Florida who wanted to let us know that Uncle Eddie, who was 83 years of age, had died. It's been a heck of year. Oddly I find I know less about my uncle at the moment, then I do about any of the other folks I lost this past year. I know he was in the Navy. That he loved to go to VFW everyday at 4p.m. for beer and conversation and enjoyed eating breakfast at MacDonalds. He and Aunt Flo lived on Hazel Street in Norwalk, CT for many years. Though I know a bit about his habits and personality in later life - I know next to nothing about any other aspect of his life. In this video you can see Eddie engaged in two of his favorite pastimes: drinking a beer and being a rascal.....


 Edward H. Smith, 83 of Kenneth City died April 19, 2009. Mr. Smith was born in Stamford, CT, and was a Navy veteran of WWII. He was the beloved husband of Florence; loving father of John and Denise, grandfather of 11, great grandfather of 16. Funeral services will be held at Bay Pines National Cemetery 10:45 A.M. Friday April 24, 2009. In lieu of flowers memorials to a favorite charity. Arrangements are by R. Lee Williams & Son.

April 20 poem - the godless heathen

write a poem of rebirth (You should really read the poem for April 19 first before reading this poem....)

the godless heathen

Born-againer of seven years
thumper of holy books
emerges Word-less
without the crutch
limps a bit, then walks away free
healed by reality....

-- Mistryel Walker

April 19 - Unholy irony

Prompt - write an angry poem

Unholy irony

You burned supposed witches
staked reputed vampires
launched crusades
drank the cool-aide
blew yourselves to bits
in crowded squares
to show us what -
infinity?
perfect love?

-- Mistryel Walker

Four Poems and a Fountain Mad Mar on Hendree Milward's poetry show

A video I reposted to thepuzzleddragon channel. It's taken from a reading I did on a radio show hosted by Hendree Milward. This video has four poems - Quixote's Lucky Penny, Dogged Politics, Ashes to Ashes and a Condition of Continual Immediacy which is based on my incomplete understanding of Julian Babour's proposal that thereis no time.

The fountain is at the mall. It's really a lovely fountain.

Treading the edge of the void

Have missed a lot of plans this week. I missed Rose Drew's Wednesday reading, missed Conflencia, Hudson Valley Writers open mic, and finally Shijin/SubQ. This has been a tough week. I am stressed and weary. Mom is home from the hospital this afternoon, after a fall when she was out visiting friends on Wednesday afternoon. It's been a week a very little sleep.

It seems we have lost a lot of folks lately and I am painfully aware of the fleeting nature of our lives. This makes me want to persist even in my current misery and make videos and write poems and paint paintings every day, even when I am living quietly and small, cheap and close to home. Who knows how many days we may have.

April 18 Poem - Home care

the prompt is to write a poem about an interaction

Home care

One woman bends
straps the blood pressure cuff
on the other who rolls her eyes
tries to relax

One woman dabs gauze
sprays wound wash
the other wonders
if the next fall will be her last

She's had this thought six times before
or more, the other listens, concludes
the blood pressue is still too high

Doc will tweak the meds,
but no answers today
They both smile.

--Mistryel Walker