If my camera could
I would
make a picture of the sound
this yawning day —
busy pattering soft
rain
mud-muffled,
tire splash
as people trespass
into worms’ world,
robin flutes
through the dripping dark,
splats
syncopated
on the roof.
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Connections: March 30.17
Not proper damask
nor the very best platters
but let the party begin —
it’s the chocolate that matters.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
And a happy birthday to my second-born!
Connections: March 29.17
Baby leaves! eager dots
tiny mute ballistics
greening ashen thickets
Nature’s pointillistics.
Connections: March 28.17
If you want a tender portrait
for the family history book
you must be on your toes
(sorry)
you have to know where to look.
Connections: March 27.17
When I was very small,
“Me, myself and I”
was snappy repartee
though I couldn’t tell you why.
A hundred years have passed
voices come and gone
but me, myself and I
remain and chatter on.
Here’s where we meet for coffee
this tri-partite banquette
you can find us here engaged
in earnest tête-à-tête.
If occasionally you hear
barnyard din from this old tree
remember me, myself and I
can often disagree.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: March 26.17
The Word of the Day, orogeny,
is from geological lore.
It refers to upheaval of mountains
and to my home decor.
Upheaval is the leitmotif
that thrums through every room
clutter, heaps, and mayhem
clumps of boxes bloom.
My metaphors are mixed
and fitting they be so:
this inside-out and upside-down
gives me vertigo.
I hate this fraught dystopia
but it’s the price I have to pay:
sometimes a tidy tomorrow
requires a messy today.
Connections: March 23.17
Did you ever have the feeling
that you were being watched?
That you’d best not sneak that pastry
or leave that crossword botched?
You can summon up its form
with secret incantation
and here’s the concrete proof
it’s not your imagination.
Thanks again to the S. W. Berg Photo Archives
and to the D.J. Berg Whimsy Archives.
Connections: March 22.17
In how many ways
can Nature say bland?
How many greys
in March’s wasteland?
Thus the creek queried
churning leaden and duller
in sighs winter-wearied
“My kingdom for some color!”
With apologies to Shakespeare.
Yes, dear reader, this IS a color shot. Taken yesterday. Alas.
Connections: March 20.17
When trees grow lace
and eyelet trim of snowdrop
is gathered at the path
buttoned by primrose
beribboned by narcissus
flounced by violet
the quadrille is announced
the cotillion begins.
Happy First Day of Spring, dear reader!
And again thanks to the S.W.Berg Photo archives.
Connections: March 19.17
If you need a refresher
on life’s vast machine,
get a little dirt
and plant a little bean.
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