Tuesday, August 31, 2021

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.

Monday, March 1, 2021

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. 
 

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Word: Ailurophile=Cat Lover

As a true aficionado of Stella Gibbons’ Cold Comfort Farm  (1932), I couldn't resist captioning this Normaphoto  after the wondrous character, Aunt Ada Doom: '‘Twas a burning noonday, sixty-nine years ago. And me no bigger than a titty-wren. And I saw something na(sty in the woodshed)."



 Much as I would like to do a doodle of Aunt Ada's titty-wren, midnight has passed and my powers submit to curfew. So instead, I'll submit for your consideration another word: Pyroclastic. Pyroclastic is an adjective applied to volcanic gasses, poisonous smoke,  lava and heinous chunks sucked off the roof of Perdition to spew and spread  destruction, death and fear over the surface of Earth. Lately, this word has gained use as a gerund, pyroclasting political tantrums in a capitol once dedicated to government by discussion --to sanity.

And, before bed, while I'm at it, I call upon political parties to accord others courtesy. Cats of all persuasions have intense common interests. Y'think humans might keep up?

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Davy Crockett Coincidence

I had a racoon hat
That recovered and
Returned to the wild.
I was an unusual child,
Like other selves, left
Our narrow lanes and
Consorted with elves,
Fell out of our brains.
What, you too? Thought
So: let us, you and 
I, together go --adventure
Awaits, of that I'm sure. 

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Fall Light


 Fall light turns summer
Gently away and wards
Scalding days off  our
Poor yard's woody end.
From a  shaded clearing
We are hearing herons
Overhead, and falling
Leaves sail lower flight
In susurrus spreading
Under hushed fall light.
 

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Geometry of Indivisibility

                        

                         (Sunflower and Marigolds from Norma's Garden)

Circle unbroken, we
Woke into an arc, continued
A whole turn and
Learned each word
Reaches for the next.
The text endures. 
It is yours and is, for me,
Mysterious, true.
It surrounds me.
It loves you.

 

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Out Of August



She just now sent this
From the kitchen entitled
"Don't Forget To Laugh"--
One of many yearly
"Veggieportaits" she 
Uses to lure me out of
August, awful month except
For so many loved ones'
Birthdays, harvests, stunning
Flavors but hot as...
Well, who can complain as
Garden deliriants obtain?