Pattern #45 Invisible Links

Cave in Iceland

Cave in Iceland

weights compress crystal
ice fossils converge:carbon
converts to diamond

sometimes a sweet connection comes to me in text,
or guitar strings,
or e-mail touches.
other times it is a tear in an eye,
or a grateful sigh.
these links of understanding crystallize in my inner cave
and light my way

How Can a Poet Tell A Man’s Been In the Kitchen?

Messy Kitchen Sink

Messy Kitchen Sink

(sing to the tune of The Happy Wanderer)

When oft’ I go a wandering,
My nap sack on my back,
I know my man leaves odd footprints:
The kitchen floor has tracks!

I can hear, I can see,
I can hear
I can see ee ee ee ee ee
I can see
The kitchen floor has tracks!

The cabinets are open wide,
The sugar’s sprinkled high,
The dirt’s pressed down upon its side,
Like bird poo dropped from nigh!

I pull out pen and quickly write
As far as I can see;
While scrubbing clean the stains to right
And ordering cleanly!

I whisk the broom; collect the crumbs,
The meters in my step
The pots and pans, the prunes and plums
Are shining bright, yep, yep!

It’s time for rhyme and rhythm now,
The counters neat; food stacked.
The order’s back, you smell the chow:
“Come down and interact!”

Maracas Night @the Barn

Harrison plays the calabash Michelle the maracas Photo by Jeanne

Harrison plays the calabash
Michelle the maracas
Photo by Jeanne

Who shakes his gourd? by
fireside? shakes his shells, hips, jaw?
rocks stones with his rhythm?

maracas
a pair of hollow club like gourd or gourd-shaped containers filled with beans, pebbles, or similar objects, shaken as a percussion instrument.

ma·ri·a·chi
denoting a type of traditional Mexican folk music, typically performed by a small group of strolling musicians dressed in native costume.

calabash
an evergreen tropical American tree that bears fruit in the form of large woody gourds.

I-Clouds Got the Dirt on You

What will the cloud hold next? More than raindrops?

What will the cloud hold next?
More than raindrops?

The i-Clouds
“got the dirt”
on you!

holds it in the haze
flies it past mountains
screens it from hawks.

Then rains it down as mud
that thuds on heads:
splotches eyes
drips off nose
blows its spatter
on what matters.

Birds
sift for seeds
to grow trees
that grow leaves
to scatter into soil
for clouds to suck
to “hold the dirt”
on you.

A Kyrielle Sonnet: My Mountain Top’s My Vista Beam

Q'sSunset

My Mountain Top

My mountain top’s my vista beam
O’er river, hills, trees and stream;
It’s home to turkey, deer, birds’ flight
It flashes magic day and night.

The hawks hunt high; while wood chucks dig
Their gaze upon the land so big;
The tunnels shine in moonlight bright
It flashes magic day and night.

Gold finch glitters: zigger and zag;
Red throat peckers gobble seed bag.
Squirrels lay store for snowy blight
It flashes magic day and night!

My mountain top’s my vista beam
It flashes magic day and night!

A villanelle: My Treasure’s in the Cloud!

My Treasure's in the Cloud!

My Treasure’s in the Cloud!

My treasure’s in the Cloud!
My i-Mac stored it there!
Its debut leaves me proud.

Six poets found it: “wow’d”
My writing in the air!
My treasure’s in the Cloud!

Its rhythm’s hot and loud
My pleasure’s theirs to share
Its debut leaves me proud!

Kerplunk! kerplutz! kerpow!
The beat’s a rock-jazz pair
My treasure’s in the Cloud!

It shakes your rhyme, I vow
Castanets to flair
Its debut leaves me proud!

So jump ‘n sway ‘n clap
‘N snap hands hard on lap
My treasure’s in the Cloud!
Its debut leaves me proud!

Go see:
http://reowr.wordpress.com

Pattern #43 Wonder Years

Photo by Meredith DeLoca

Photo by Meredith DeLoca

Post stroke, ninety, mate
Yet wide eyes mouth sigh: wonder’s
pink effervescence!

Pattern #42 By My Side

By My Side

By My Side

grooming, warmth, hearing,
peering in the dark: tasty
morsels shared ‘n learned!

Pattern #41 “Top of the Hill”

Hate It When He Plays Everest

Hate It When He Plays Everest

“Top of the hill” will
flair: fleeting moment’s mem’ry:
stature of angels!

Pattern #40 Rainbow Bridge Arch

Photo by Seth Snap

Photo by Seth Snap

sky’s archery leap-
frogs bridge; spans blue rivulet
running edge to edge!

Previous Older Entries Next Newer Entries