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Counting Down

21-May-2013

On the second day
time sat on a porch swing
staring out at fire engine red
azalea beaming in the sun.

First, experience joy
in rare sun shining, green
ivy winding, roses climbing
rainbows grace the lawn.

By the fifteenth day
no words escape thin lips
chapped, licked and pursed
expectant bubbles burst.

Bedraggled blossoms
drip, fragile fingers fidget
time blithers, bankers dither
curse idleness the worst.

Unicorn Ears

21-May-2013

Who can hear the whispers deep in the tree roots,
who knows the song that the wind fairies sing?
Who would be listening deep in the twilight
down in the dell by the fairy ring.

Who hears the wavelets polishing the pebbles,
gossips with minnows where the brook runs deep?
Who hears the snowflakes calling to each other
across frozen meadows where the caterpillars sleep.

Who hears the elf song winding through oak trees
gathering the fair folk for a midnight dance?
Who hears the moonlight singing in the garden
sounding out the measures as they twirl and prance?

Unicorn ears hear the songs of the seasons
always attuned to the music they play,
signaling the time, the tone, and the turning
that winds through the moments and rounds off the days.

Your Sigh

21-May-2013

my heart is weeping
can you hear my soul whimpering
morning sun burns your cold passion

like the wind blows pollen off a flower
you blow my love away with your sigh
both drift aimlessly to no where special

pollen finds a place to snuggle
in the ground to create another life
to bring forth another fragrant bloom

my sacred love however
lays on the ground dying
beaten under by teardrops of rain

being buried still crying your name
suffocating your breath within me
sinking till my loves cry is heard no more

old pond - haiku series

21-May-2013

snapping turtle
watches over her brood-
virabhadrasana

pussywillows
reach for summer sun-
surya namaskar

dragonflies sleep
atop leafy stalks-
savasana

blue heron
silent and serene-
namaste

*in yogic practice, virabhadrasana is warrior pose;
surya namaskar is sun salutation;
savasana is corpse pose;
namaste is used as a valediction here rather than a salutation.

conflicting loyalties

21-May-2013

conflicting loyalties

I like my haven of a home
in a quiet town, a quiet zone
but don't want to be too alone
and know that I'm not better known

but Mom and Pops are not my style
to get your mug you have to smile,
look at them, and stay a while
perched on stool in single file

when I'm ready to have some food
I don't know what'll be my mood
might want to cook at home and brood
or share it with the one I've wooed

but after, when it's time to smooch
between us tries to come my pooch
hoping another treat to mooch
addicted like a sot with hooch

the one I wooed is not amused
it starts a feud, she feels abused
and I can see that I am rude
to let my four-foot friend intrude

we've talked about my moving in
with or without the pooch a sin
"with" would be like gunga-din
"without" and I'd desert a friend

I wish we'd be a Mom and Pop
and all would smile to see our pup
we'd have them stay a while and sup
our spirits all be lifted up

cuddled : sometime

21-May-2013

wishful
testify
whispered
ounces
streets!
clone
hatch
many
attach
cuddled
sometime
cross
hatch
wonder
dash!

The Gathering

21-May-2013

Perhaps they expect a pool
offerings of rare coffee
from Ethiopia

Instead of
a view of hydrangea
plus pale ale in mugs

Conversation entails
irrelevant niceties
of trivial events

Smiles exchanged
chairs rearranged
subtlety reigns

Another chance
to touch humanity
willfully aborted

And Nothing Breeds Like Evil

21-May-2013

And nothing breeds like evil
Sweet and subtle the cuckoo's guile
It lays its eggs in the crow's nest
And many a child begot of none
They sway their nests with sins not theirs
The cradle gone, the senses born
They try to crow their fathers breath
There they fail and yet again
And nothing breeds like evil....

+ Blackberry Mascara -

21-May-2013

An unsound disorder takes host
In a body for years I’ve loved
Memories becoming all but ghosts
Cell by cell with blackness she rusts

In each vessel of her sclera
In each fold of her fine vocals
In each tear of her mascara
The feat of a smile totaled

From a world all but brightening
Living in walls crafted by fear
Each breath, a scream of lightning
New evenings; old muscles speared

The feat of a smile totaled
Amidst an eerie, white speech
In each fold of her fine vocals
A desire for love beseeched

Dust

21-May-2013

Everyday the ‘lazy’ one is running.

No credit is no excuse to quit.

Can keep going if just a glass of water

is given at rest stops.

They promise, but each time

I am deprived.

It is taking too long to die.