Oh, bored snow shovel
warm and dry
delight to
winter-weary eye!
Stalwart thee
in catastrophe
but preferred by me
in apostrophe.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Monthly Archives: February 2018
Connections: February 27.18
Eye of Borg
tunnel’d vision
uber doodle
ode to precision
still, kinetic
distance-bound
optic echoes
straight and round.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: February 26.18
Tiny thicket, dense and dead
no match for green and pointy head
shoving up with life’s insistence
perennial’s epochal persistence.
Connections: February 25.18
No madrigal of welcome,
I abjure a celebration
for any such sweat and toil
wicked adumbration.
Connections: February 24.18
The endless rains
hour after hour
make the choice moot:
bath or a shower?
If you’re not too picky
about mud ‘twixt your toes,
you can have both
while washing your clothes.
Connections: February 22.18
LOWER TO HALF-MAST. REPEAT.
Measured anger,
calibrated,
methodically
articulated,
sourced in heart
tempered in mind,
sentence by sentence
clearly defined.
Rage and anguish
penned halberds
change can fly
on wings of words.
We must, dear reader, believe that.
Connections: February 20.18
Yesterday it happened
though I was adamantly opposed;
inevitability
didn’t make me more composed.
I argued, put my foot down,
but the truth was right out there:
my granddaughter was taller
by a hundredth of a hair.
Connections: February 18.18
Of the dawn I asked
Do you burn with frost or fire?
Is this the scald
of ice or ire?
Are you flushed with fever
reflected pain
or with northern lights
of frigid disdain?
Connections: February 17.18
Night light
haze and drift
shade and shadow
rise and shift
Stygian flow
through hollow space
hobgoblins of life
dance on my face.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: February 15.18
Footprints
gone mid-stride
unwalked path
life untried
horizons lost
no tomorrow
the right to bear
bloody sorrow.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
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