Saturday, December 8, 2007
Thinking.
I sat on a shelf in my pantry between the creamed corn and artichoke hearts, contemplating black holes and wondering whether there are any around these parts? Can the physics that bend spaces and times also suck up all those irritating mimes? The answer is in sign language. Can you see it? Somewhere...
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Thanksgiving repast.
For it was truly Over the hill and through the woods To Grandmas house we went. Eating sumptuous food And sharing with family Was our main intent. When at last the stuffing Was stuffed and the olives All gone (off our fingers) And the dishes Packed into the dishwasher We sat and caught up On lives...
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
A time of colors to match.
I suppose It’s proper to propose Most of the time It’s easy enough to rhyme Yet, being a computer nerd There is something disturbing Or so I have heard (more properly, read) there are words you don’t want to use in a poem or they will mess with your head. For these lonely words It has been claimed...
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Friday, November 9, 2007
To catch a mystery (with photo)
A small shack Clings to the edge Of a small island In a small lake. Long ago left To fend for itself Now its days are numbed As the roof succumbs To the ravages of time A stick offers little hope Of keeping the whole Thing from becoming Just another pile of boards. One wonders what life This...
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Tuesday, November 6, 2007
A dancing dervish
If I want to dance on the head of a pin, just where do I begin? I’ve thought and I’ve thunk how would I ever get that shrunk? I’m too tall to be small. I’m not fat, but even at that a pin is skinny and tinny and the head is not flat so my tap shoes would make me slide off into the wild blue yonder…...
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Fingers of sun a photopoem
Flashing fingers of the sun reach down through the clouds fanning out to dazzle our poor eyes. Far off, a farm basks in a brief sun shower at the same time a cluster of broadleaf trees showing the signs of approaching fall huddle against the flank of an evergreen grove. Later, a single shaft drives...
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
A linear poem
June Moon Spoon Goon Guffawing Loving Over Too Soon Even For June. Where’s Beaver Cleaver The Eager Kid And All That Junk? Trunk? A Kiss Under The Moonlight Is Better Than A Kiss Under The Arm! On The Farm? Can’t Rhyme? Don’t Whine, Just Dine On Sherbet And Eel See How Much Better You Feel! Haiku!...
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Edgars’ kiss
The rains’ cold hiss Whispers past the drawn drapes Inviting me to stay in By the fires’ crackle. Wind driven branches scrape the windows Wanting in, it’s cold with no leaves for cover. I, in turn roll over And snuggle my 98.6 degree lover. Darkness’ fingers sprawl through the valley Soon every...
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Friday, October 5, 2007
Fall photos in search of a poem
Autumn’s paint brush The tree stands guard by the road. Soon it will lighten it’s green leafy load. One branch stands out from all the rest. One branch meets the artists test. Nearby other branches seeking attention reach for the sky Closer we draw to a wonderland of colors etched delicately in...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Blame it on the Sun...illustrated
The sun spent the summer shining down. In the fall the leaves dress up brightly with colors like a circus clown Stored from those long Hot days. Now in their last hurrah trees, shrubs and bushes tremble at the slightest breeze as they release the promise of another summer yet to come. Soon, nature’s...
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