Like Poems Flapping

Birds

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This is day 9 of Days of Unreason:

“I love the tracks left by hundreds of species of birds
that remain in the air like we do.” – Jim Harrison

 

Our flock springs
into flight startled
by intruding man.

Skyward we spiral,
a thousand wings
like poems flapping
in fire.

Hot flames send
wishes, hate, desire,
passion to receiving
clouds.

As we circle, revision
rains around us.

We sing.  We sing.  We sing.

Our songs remains,
tracks indelible
in the strata.

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Haibun – Summer Curtailed

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photo by Charley

It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.  Come and join in!

The afternoon thundering has begun.  Over a month and a half of washed-out summer.  Did I ever mention I work in education and this is the season in which educators recover their sanity?  No?  Well, I work in education, and my wife and I haven’t seen a day of activities that hasn’t been cut short, or completely rained out.  While we do have a bumper crop of mold and mildew on the back porch, the market for these two crops is rather low – supply exceeds demand.  We try, oh god, we try to work in recreation in slices.  But the weather is uncooperative, so it’s more slice and dice.  We have even seen the vultures standing on the banks of our pond, wings spread to dry.  They haven’t bothered getting into the water to wash off the offal, our summer faux monsoon showers seem to do the trick!

man in chair looks out
summer sun is false promise
must move or I’ll rust

Life In a Box

Puzzle box

This is day 8 of Days of Unreason:

“I’m not sure what it is, life’s puzzle.” — Jim Harrison

 

As a boy I was given a puzzle box.

No package, no directions;
made of wood, beautiful to admire.

It sat on my dresser and collected dust.

Life puzzles present themselves
to us to explore, to ponder.

The man with dubious motivations.
The woman, the path of whose heart
may be oblique, forked, or just not best
approached by foot.

The child loved who fails
to learn love.

There are rules for solving puzzles.
Some people follow different rules.
Some flout rules.

Playing dead doesn’t always work with bears.

When a friend taught me
to open my puzzle box,
I placed it in a drawer.

I liked it better as a mystery.

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

A Question of Survival

Minnehaha Falls

Minnehaha Falls, Minneapolis, MN

This is day 7 of Days of Unreason:

“The only answer I’ve found is the moving water whose
music is without a single lyric.” – Jim Harrison

I fish at the river of tears, catching
and tagging miseries.  I’m employed
by Fish, Pain and Wildlife, part of
the Department of Natural Recourses.

When the sun casts no shadows, I stop
and have my lunch beneath weeping
laments; messy trees!  But there I find
peace and solace, as mourning loves
flit and flutter, and coo their wheezy coos.

Back at it, I net Unfaithfuls, battle Wobegon
I-dos, and collect Tears of Joy for the lab
where tests will be run.

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Haiku – Storm Wind

shelf cloud

The Weather Channel

This is day 6 of Days of Unreason:

“The violent wind.  The violent wind.  The violent wind.” – Jim Harrison

 

squall line approaches
all the world is holding its breath
violent exhale

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

The — On the Wing

Flight

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This is day 5 of Days of Unreason:

“Tiring of language, the mind takes flight.” – Jim Harrison

 

You are the —
of my heart.

When we come
together, we —,
and I am left —.

For the —
of you is —!

More than words can say:

I —

You —

We —

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Open Range Folks

Timber Wolf

from Pinterest

This is day four of 28 Days of Unreason:

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds
all barriers brutishly unbearable.” – Jim Harrison

 

Indeed, a kernel exists
that reasoning resists.

A girl I know eschews
to traipse about in shoes
Her feet she contends
don’t breath at the ends
“Open range they long to see;
grass fed, preferably!”

A boy I know follows rules askance
and if he follows them it’s by chance
a feral cry from him when I interrogate
“Just my way!” says he, the ingrate

I knew a man at ninety who a ladder climbed
his house to paint…

And nobody said crap to him

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

My Rinse and Spin Thoughts

Rinse and Spin

photo by Charley — feel free to steal it

This is day three of 28 Days of Unreason —

“As with dancing you have to learn the steps” – Jim Harrison

 

Things my mother told
me don’t always work.

Here is how the dance goes:

One – my eyes surface to discover
the incivility of seven has intruded.

Two – mourn the loss
of the unbeing peace of slumber.

It often isn’t the molten silvered dawn that molests,
but the army ants that inhabit
my joints and ligaments;
or the gestating future ghosts that haunt
my brain – my brain has become
a perpetual motion machine.

Three – brushing my teeth helps.

Four – breakfast soothes the wooly beast that grazes
at my bowl and drinks
out of my coffee cup.

Five – ponder.

Did I forget to turn off
the alarm of my rinse and spin thoughts?

 

A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.”  She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason.  We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry.  Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along.  Come and join the fun!

Paparazzi

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photo by Charley

 

red shoulders

cold shoulder

not blind

to one behind

the window blinds

offhand glance

only one chance

photo shot

lizard got

human scare

off on a wing….

 

We’re Looking Out/Looking In at dVerse today. Lillian is hosting Tuesday’s Poetics and asking everyone to consider the windows in their apartment/home. We can either look in or look out; look at the view or the window itself. And then write a poem that somehow deals with that window, metaphorically or in reality (poetic license allowed, of course!). Each writer is to do two things: 1) post the photo of their window or view from their window; and 2) write a poem motivated by that photo, using the word “window” in either the title or text of the poem [Almost COMPLETELY plagiarized from Lillian’s post!  🙂 ].