THE COMPOSITION OF ONE

                       Up? Down? How 

                 Does one tell time

                 When time is done?

                 An end undone or

                 Begun in infinity--

                 Divinity calls, even from

                 Faces fixed in walls.

 

Wings

 Geodoodle

Our dreams fill with light,

Miracles, fear, darkness,

Noise, joys, sorrows of

Waking at tomorrows 

Relit in night where ball-

Lightning gets us biddable

And living skies anoint 

New lives --a plenum,

A focal point in thunder

Tells us where to run

Under shelter --a heart melter

From about and above

Teaching us to be in love.

 

 

 

OUTSIDE

 

Confusion of wind,

Ice and rain reflect a brawl 

Inside the brain. Strange,

Mind declines in fracas.

And even stranger,

Plenum makes mind, bone,

Flesh skirmish inside alone.

 

 

 

Resolution Of Two Interrupted Directions

I inscribe this poem --brief as it is-- to a favorite composer, whose life  overlapped mine in the late 1950s, Marie-Joseph Cantaloube de Maleret. I call it Resolution of At least Two Directions. Hopefully afterward I can find a clip of his wonderful composition.

Guess I remembered it because, in my 1950s brain I decided "b" was an  upside down "p". Still do... Poem:

           

           Cannot climb only from hard to soft

            Or ladder leading only aloft... Song:   

 

Please stay connected, dreaming, thoughtful.We need each other.
 

 

Confusing Week

 Some weeks are sorely challenged:

Social misunderstandings about events

That are not my call, long drawn-out

Problems about pharmacy authorization,

Time  wasted worried on our toxic 

Divided nation all combine in a

Sign-on  headline that reared up today:

"... Everything You Know About Cheese is Wrong"

Du fromage, does not  quite rhyme with age,

Or milk massaged from compliant mammals--

To curds compressed in a mold --it is true,

I am too old for this, as is cheese, and you.

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Note: Really wanted to find a rhyme for "mammals".  Couldn't, so I added a photo of a camel.

 

Remembering Her

 I  have lost my mind.

How careless of me.

So going back among bits

Of memory, winged underway,

I'm 5 years old in the kitchen

Complaining to my mother --

Having misplaced something...

I forget, but hear her voice:

"Think of the last place you

Remember using it, then look

There." --and I am whole again.

Rain On Summer Snowflake

 

 

Rain on Summer Snowflake flowers

Gathers through the hours -- yes,

We heard it on our backporch roof

But unless we go outside for proof,

We must pursue an indoor truth:

Divide by season, calendar days,

Moments where we must be --but

There are no fractions of infinity.