Archimedes the caterpillar
has but one focus:
dodging footfall
from locus to locus.
If dark waters reflect light
does hope persist?
Still on owning darkness
compassion must insist.
If I tell you tomorrow
the sun will surely shine
that makes the loss all yours
and not one iota mine.
I have to share the dark
or my words serve only me
my brilliant advice, my platitudes
condescending mockery.
If I can’t feel with you
your grief and your confusion
the light is mere mirage
a cruel and cold illusion.
We have much loss to face this 9.11 — may we face it squarely.
The purring creek
suns itself
under lacy flounce
while crimson, furtive
prowls
biding time to pounce.
ponderous bright
downy tassels
plumped with light
peridot-hued
velvet bedight
daring the poet
to enword and indite.
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.
tried, resolute
red, white, and blue
nature’s salute.
Wishing you a thoughtful Presidents’ Day, dear reader.
called Denial
sludged with fear
cunning and wile.
It looks like this
from first inception
thick with the grit
of self-deception.
Nothing funny
about this joke
all it does
is gag and choke.