What it’s like when you zone out
Another of my April poems
Sometimes I write, unaware of the reality lurking in the darkness
Sometimes you have to ask questions — without expecting answers
Final April (NaPoWriMo) Poem
Come What May — a poem
Before I disappear
Whisper in my ear
Give me something to echo
In my unknown future’s ear – Pearl Jam
720 hours,
or 43,200 minutes –
cruel beyond belief.
Cruel, cruel, cruel!
And yet lilacs bred
out of dead soil
is better gardening
than I have managed.
Wringing meaning
out of daily toil –
wringing deadly lilacs
out of damaged soil.
The great ones supped
on war’s broth, flew
on chemical wings, slipped
on love’s thin ice, died
writhing ecstatically
on madness’ pallet.
They brought beauty
out of their flames, poetry
out of their anguish.
I stabbed at shadows
for a month in honor
of those who came
before me.
I’ll spill my blood
as ink, and write echoes…
come what may.
* * *
A marathon month. The finish line. The finished line.
No Mo Wri Po Soon! — a poem
Crack your laptop,
pound the keys.
It’s one of those April
poeting sprees.
Rape your notebooks,
wrack your brains.
Versify through snow
and spring rains.
Come up for air now;
don’t get the bends.
Thank God Almighty,
that April, even April,
cruel, cruelest April ends!
* * *
Yeah, it’s getting to that time of the month. The cistern is low….
A Confidence Scheme — a poem
If we eliminate mystery, then
what have we left?
Sure answers must surely
wring out excitement.
You, self-sure of all of life,
what remains for you?
As gods, goddesses pack,
anticipation is folded as well.
If we expel uncertainty, then
what will impel us to dream?
* * *
Today’s muse.
Our Gardenia knocks… — a poem
Our Gardenia knocks on our sliding
back door, begging to have her scent
let in.
Sunning herself on our screened porch,
she takes on the aroma of the feral
plants across the pond.
Soon she will be calling in answer
to the Barred Owls in the preserve –
the growl of Bobcats.
Once they are let outside, you can’t
bring them in and expect domestic
behavior.
* * *
I guess I’ll have to give up on the idea of obedience training….
Life in Portofino 