Not yet, not yet
slender spires’
mute
rebuke
against the choir’s
restive swell.
When? the plaintive chorale
Wait the silent knell.
Stark and graceful allonge
above impatient fret
speaks in swinging peaceful sway
not yet
not yet
not yet.
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Connections: January 29
What a vast expanse of bland
with nothing to enthrall
instant anesthetic for
a Tiffany or Chagall.
But just ahead the playground
with voices shrill and high
the color spills in laugh and screech
the ear sees
not the eye.
Connections: January 28
Grandma says we need fresh air!
It’s time to climb and jog!
Grandma seems a wee bit daft;
we think she’s slipped a cog.
It’s quite all right
to say OUTSIDE!
when there’s no ice floe
on the slide,
but today it’s frozen
like our digits —
really, Grandma,
there are limits!
Connections: January 27
If you are colorless
like death
parchment shade of yourself
suspended
over winter water
— leering mirror
waggly-lined mockery of the real —
bent ever closer
to the purr of cold,
solitary
unclothed
but for frost’s wrap,
rooted in a clay famine
thick with indifference,
then
you are caregiver.
Warmth and shelter of Denial
hoarded by others,
yours the endless winter of dementia
never
never
spring.
Connections: January 26
No headstone this
but promissory note
payment due
in purpleblue
coin of spring
today’s frozen assets
tomorrow’s garden bling.
Connections: January 25
I’m so excited I’m sky-blue-pink!
I can barely write
and hardly think!
My amaryllis, so long dormant,
finally wakened
and relieved my torment.
I planted it on December 1st
zealously sunned it
and tended its thirst.
But it wouldn’t sprout
and my scruples multiplied
until last week
when I knew it hadn’t died.
A portent of great beauty
from its recalcitrant bulb gut —
you will politely refrain from noting
it looks a lot like Jabba the Hutt.
Connections: January 24
Sunless winter day
matte
flat
in want of shadow’s lavender
yet papery flounces
pastel gild
like wash of watercolor.
Connections: January 23
Ode to My Computer
Oh, thou dastard mystery!
Flat rectangle of doom!
With monotoned duplicity
you dominate the room.
My memory card inserted
with photos fresh and current —
you just sit here humming
defiant and obscurant.
What happened to that SD thing
or whatever hapless part?
You’re just the modern tin man
and you really need a heart!
Connections: January 22
To imagine
is to build a bannered nest
in the crook of privacy
to ply your personal best
where no one else can see
then
when walls give way to air
and other eyes intrude
you
winged
build anew
in happy rectitude.
Connections: January 21
Please sit down.
You’d rather not?
You don’t like
my cozy spot?
Does that mean
you decline iced teas?
No Tastee-Freez?
Some folks are just too hard to please.
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