Serenity's First Birthday

August 6, 2010

I'll miss you when you're gone:

          pointy finger
          squint your eyes
          purse your lips
          slobber drool
          wobbley dance
          crab walking
          waddle down the hall
          peek-a-boo
          numma numma breakfast
          yay--clap, clap

I'll see you in the morning
for our walk among the trees.

Cacophony of Quiet

August 6, 2010
Just sitting in the backyard.

                    The sun rounds
the bounds of the trees.

crickets
crickets
crickets
crickets
crickets

whistle
          click
                    trill
twitter
          click
                    trill
chirrup
          click click
                    trill
          trill
trill

hidden frog
                    raspy zipper solo
amplified
                    raspy zipper solo
echoed
                    raspy zipper duet
in the next yard

squirrels
          lustily playing leaping
                              in the pine
piquing
          cross branches          cross branches
                              that crackle crackle complaints

                                                  as they pass

cicadas plug in
warming up with the sun
          the arrival of
          galvanic vibrations
          evolves
          lively revivals
          of vibrant vivace
          vocalizing volumes
          of verve

Stained Glass

August 3, 2010

Foiling
visuals of my mind,
moving pictures of my heart,
the virtual reality of my spirit;
solidifying divine revelation
with rust and sand and lead;
expounding liquid dreams
by fusing concrete realities,
hardened adjectives
for pools of light

unable to penetrate,
because the Windex isn't working
on the stained glass
darkened glass
glassy eyed
window of your soul.

What You Want

July 26, 2010
Reading the guidelines for a poetry contest, one thing they were NOT looking for was poetry with "I" in every line. I understand their point, but to me it was a challenge.


I do not
want I
to write about I.

I do not
wish to know I.
I do not
care about I.
If I write about I
I may come to know I.

I require inscriptions
about the motions of I;
the emotions of another I;
verses relative to the vast un-I
universe that I reside in.
I desire lines
devoid the sound of I;
I call for metaphor
of anything but I.

Write what I know.
I know I.
At least I think
     I do.

Which Came First?

July 5, 2010
Just saying...


Why debate eggs?
Sperm is the real issue.

A Psalm of the Morning

July 6, 2010


You, Lord, make the earth turn
     to see the sun again;
You guide the moon in its orbit
     to give light in the darkness.
You, Lord, aged the stars and the galaxies
     to shine at the appropriate time;
You alone, Lord, know the edges
     of the universe in every direction.
It was You, Lord, that exposed Your thought
     and in a micro-nano-millisecond
     set in motion the world to come.
How great are You, Lord.
How far more intelligent
     than the greatest minds of men combined.

Big Bang

July 5, 2010
This started as a quick assignment in Creative Writing 238. We were instructed to quickly write a list of sounds, select one, write a descriptive paragraph. I selected "car crash" and wrote what I could remember of sounds from a car crash that I had experienced. Looking for notes to another story, I found it and noticed poetry within the text. All of the lines are pared down from the original. As I arranged the lines into a more poetic form, I saw new meaning in the words. Creation. Thus, the last stanza.


no picture before
the attenuated screeching of rubber on pavement
no visual prior
to the dull, unmetallic
                                             thud
of grillongrill
absence of images preceded
cr unc hin g of g la ss
whOOOOOOOsh
exploded into
temporarily sightless eyes

a chasm of time
interrupting
the normal flow of traffic
darkness turning around
blindly facing a new direction
dust and gas and twilight
intertwining
in the confining atmosphere

stumble out coughing
have i been in an accident?