Friday, May 20, 2016

Poem: False Love



I do not understand
This love affair with death
When young, we kiss the snake,
Initiatory
Survivors come away
Muscles strong from the struggle
Some elude the coils altogether
Some grasp the tail, whipped
Against hard ground until
One day, eyes open
They find themselves
Thrown onto desert sands, death
Slipped away, leaving
A slender trail behind
Others, caught in her coils
Succumb while young, lost souls
No chance at Life

The trail she leaves is a reminder
Of her kiss; intrigued
Some turn back, following ethereal
Memory, they seek her embrace
Before their time
They find her wonderful, in guises
Both beautiful and terrible
They cannot turn away

Older now, I see her ploy
To lure us away before our time,
Deny our right to Glorious Life
I do not understand
This love affair with death,
For she is not real, this impostor
Begging garlands placed before her,
Gifts of lives gathered from the
Blossoms of their souls

True Death looks upon us from afar
Lovingly awaiting our embrace
She knows Her day
She wants us whole, snakebites
Healed by time and Love for one another
Our souls decked out in Happiness and
The trail to the false one’s lair
A memory best forgotten


© 20 May 2016

The Last of Thirty 2016 National Poetry Month Final Works

I lost track of National Poetry Month, and didn't get the final few poems posted to this site. I'll post the last few in one post, so if you were following, you can catch up all at once. Here goes: 

Twenty Seven of Thirty, Hiaku: One Cute Puppy

Her Highness sits proud
Knowing treats will soon abound
That's one cute puppy


Poem & Photo (c) 4.27.16




Twenty Eight of Thirty, Poem: Friendship

Speaking of food
Or were we speaking of friendship
The breaking of bread
the ineffable moment
In liminal places, connection
Ingesting the intangible
Flavor of Spirit
Like tangerine in summer

Photo & Poem 4.28.16




Twenty Nine of Thirty, Poem: Mother's Hearts

Mothers Hearts
Mother's hearts break easily, for
Children, thoughtless, plan their lives
Impetuously, as if they burst forth from
Petri dish, no tender care or early
Morning soothing, rubbing bubbly
Tummies or gentle kisses upon scraped
Knees and tender adolescent hearts
Somewhere along the line, no matter how
Much mother has loved and worked
And given, no matter how many late
Nights away in pursuit of dinners
Tomorrow better than those she could
Afford today, child seems to yearn for
Someone else's life, someone else's
Mother, someone who can magically
Afford more than she will ever have in
Spite of her hours of sleep lost, her hours
Of worry when they slept, sick and
Feverish. Mothers love, most mothers
Love without knowing this destiny of
Abandonment, of looking up one day
From all their work, from all their hopes,
From all their dreams, and finding
Themselves weary, aging, empty
Without those for whom they worked
So hard, and never knowing why


(c) 4.29.16

Thirty of Thirty, Poem: Sunset

As the sun sinks into the western sea
yesterday's dreams scatter like shells
on the sandy beach, handfuls of sand dollars
well worn sea-glass tumbled in relentless waves
what have we done but build castles on shifting sands
Hoping the waves would somehow let us be
Praying for a miraculous smile
from the frigid face of that cold, hard moon

Photo & Poem (c) 4.20.16

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

2016 National Poetry Month Poem Twenty Five of Thirty: Reverie

Grapes twine and roses hum
Bees dropping in from mesquite
Tops of trees sing glorious
Distant rhythms beat patterns
Like cat on roof, dog thundering
From yard to food and back again
Hear the crickets chirp warning
Sun will set before hope runs out
Small things disappoint, greater
These wisdom words from Nature's
Meditation, longer the memory
Of unexpected pleasures than
The dream of selfish, unrequited heart
Trail fingers through dust and mud
Write magical symbols of invocation
Demand the nether world provide
What this world has not, if you only
Knew what it was you once desired
Sun rises warm over Eastern mountains
Hummingbird greets you in the
Rainbow splash of watering hose
And you, forever expectant, find
Yourself in reverie again


(c) 4.25.16

2016 National Poetry Month Senryu Twenty Four of Thirty: Halls

Halls

Infinite doorways
Each new possibility
In this place of hope

poem & senryu (c) 4.24.16



2016 National Poetry Month Haiku Twenty Three of Thirty: Dells

Dells

All the dollhouses
That trip to Wisconsin Dells
Ancient memory

photo & poem (c) 4.23.16



2016 National Poetry Month Haiku Twenty Two of Thirty: Creator

with the whole world in her hands
she asked for nothing
like a creator

photo & poem (c) 4.22.16