Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Callalily Question

Have we the courage 
To be vulnerable?
It hurts, you know.
Perhaps that is when
The best blossoms show--
Or when something deep
Inside decides to grow
Higher and, as weather 
Warms, forms a new leaf,
A new stem and grows.
One learns, one knows,
In throes of uncertainty.
One goes on --we are 
All on the hero's journey.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Brick Lizard

I am a mighty 
Earthling. I think
Unthinkable things.

I don't understand.
What sort of thought
Eludes itself, and
Leaves itself uncaught?

Here --you are high
Above me as I dart
And crawl-- do you
Fly? Art thou a
bird, or just tall?


Friday, April 20, 2018

Asteriated Droplets

Rain beaded on
A lilac leaf, an
Astragal of spheres
Strung along outer
Space, arranged in
Years to hold drops
Of time, minute stars,
To bend the leaf --
To keep this universe
Of ours inflating 
In shade, after rain
And not evaporating.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

A Photon is a photon

For this, I go back nearly a decade (11/15/2008)

and add a Normaphoto, Blue Midnight:


Antiparticle Of A Photon Is A Photon

First there is wilderness
With a voice in it
Sent all ways at once,
Echoing at random on
A becoming collocation--
In minds surprised
By a healing tune or
Curtain opened on an
Indoor moon.
This black flower sends
Petals into night,
But silent?
I don't know, things said
Sometimes leave me
But silences, never.
After all, where
Would they go?

(Horiculturists, please look up Scilla Peruviana . I heard the name "Blue Midnight" and, despite my ethnicity, prefer it to "Portuguese Squill".) Because of interest in the flower, I'm adding a photo of the same blossom a few days later:

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Open Geometry

Galaxies spin and
Bloom in cinders,
Dust, astragals of
Time, space and us. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Recombinant Cooperage

Yesterday or tomorrow
We work in undone barrels--
Believing in wine-future, 
Wine-done and, at this juncture
Reuse bilge hoops set, reset,
Into spheres and domes-- serving
Garden hearts and homes.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentine Evening

Just thought it apposite to close this lovely and loving day with 2 Normaphotos:
I, with an espresso gift from Daughter...
... and to all, an arrangement from Norma's work in our garden. 
To those readers who expected a poem on this post, I can only quote that lovely man, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote,"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." I can only say it is now 7 p.m. and my brother-in-law just left after giving me a waxed round of  Camembert --Marin French Cheese-- and I am thinking of trying it. Wish me luck!