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April 2016

R is for Rose

R is for Rose

(requiring parenthetic subtlety)

 

Cloak filled with roses

Emblems of a miracle

At Guadalupe (in

Spanish, the e would

Get some emphasis)

 

Roses are a metaphor

For, as Catholics call

Her. the Mother of

God, met by sainted

(Both ways) faithful

Cuauhtlatoatzin (in

Aztec—try it as it

Sounds) outside of

Town, not recognizing

 

Her but treating her

With all respect, as

Women (and good

Men) are due, before

She was revealed

 

Mary is a rose, so is

Solomon when

Speaking of his love

 

I am the rose of

Sharon, having more

To say of savor for

The lover’s taste

 

Passion is a rose,

Though shades can

Change things (red is

For, white is for,

Yellow and purple

Have their meanings,

Too

 

And if a pop-culture

Color is preferred,

There’s Abby-black)

 

So, G. Stein, a rose

May not be a rose,

For discretion might

Be required and

Context for the next

Trip to the florist

 

 

(at present in USA, an orange rose is symbol for healthy birth by Every Mother Counts, http://www.everymothercounts.org/)

 

 

 

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Q is for Quing

(pronounced as the male monarch’s name)

Q is for Quing

 

Lately, I’ve been wondering

If women can’t be kings

Not that queen isn’t a good word

It’s fine

 

But for many, it rudely matters that

The queen is not the king

 

We’ve had women working as kings

King Elizabeth the First

King Victoria

And if Pope Joan’s and Nefertiti’s

Reigns are believed,

They ruled as kings in their

Respective cultures

 

If queens don’t want to be kings

I understand

After all, kings actual, though

Royal, too often do not take well

To scrutiny

 

But overall I’d like to say

Hail, King Elizabeth

Hail, King Zenobia

 

 

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When we do it, it’s Worse

When we do it, it’s Worse

 

Death number climbs in

Ecuador, while the dead

Are counted in Japan, as the

Living are cared for

 

Because the earth cracked

Widely, terribly of its own

 

An explosion in Kabul

Kills many, destroys other

Things—homes, places of

Business, religious practice

Surfaces—and the death of

Hope

 

This destruction caused by

The Taliban that sees no

Wrong in murdering its own

 

Since, in this act, the

Perpetrator and the victim

Share the nation’s blood

 

Civil war or any like-tragedy

Inside of one people

 

We romanticize our war in

The USA

 

But I think, all said, we’d

Rather have the romance

Without the dead

 

If God can save Afghanistan

 

If it pleases within the

Parameters of will and

Allowance for humanity

 

I hope God rescues both life

And the liberty

 

For believers to submit

Themselves for what they’ve

Earned—mercy or God’s

Unqualified judgment

P is for Petrarchan Sonnet

P is for Petrarchan Sonnet

(Petrarch’s writing signaled the Renaissance)

 

So when I love with all I am alive

Then we are introduced as I and you

Therewith you ask me ever to be true

We press out feeling into a heart-hive

And thus you try to make it all survive

A mystery of evidence, a clue

To why you need me to pledge us anew

And wonder why we can’t in peace now thrive

 

It’s fear, I guess, and I can understand

When all is eye that cannot see around

That life before is ever in command

Until fear leaves in grace might love abound

So, love, let love become a golden band

A flex of give and strength to fright astound

 

 

[A] sonnet form popularized by Petrarch, consisting of an octave with the rhyme scheme abbaabba and of a sestet with one of several rhyme schemes, as cdecde or cdcdcd.

http://www.dictionary.com/browse/petrarchan-sonnet

 

 

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Equatorial Collapse

Equatorial Collapse

 

Not believing in

Im-providential bluster

 

Conspiracy only by

Nature tunneling

Through our

Understanding

 

Not ready to give in

That this is the end of

Our clay days

 

Number of who’s

Died in Ecuador

Adds more, one

Victim by one

 

Richter 7.8

 

So many, so much

Gone or fading into

Earth that all destroyed

Only invites a tomb

 

Ecuador

 

Queridos, tengan cuidado

 

Loved ones, literally

Have care, reach to

Possess

 

Seek it, hold it, share

 

Expect care’s arriving

With other, constructed

Parts of the world

 

La santidad en la vida

Anda con ustedes

Abajo del mundo

Y hasta a los cielos

O is for Ocarina

O is for Ocarina

 

I played one once

In school

I liked the sound it made

More than the flutophone

 

And then I saw the

Oscar Mayer truck

And it all jumbled in

My brain

 

Ocarina on wheels is what

The hot-dog-mobile

Looked like

Well, as long I don’t add

 

Mustard to the instrument

Whose true child-sound

I enjoy and wonder where

It got to

 

 

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Little Life

Little Life

 

Now and then

When I’m stirring in the cream

 

Well, half-and-half from the grocery store

(I remember the milk man, though never met him)

 

Ivory-colored liquid circling in dark-brown

Like magic substance added to the witch’s cauldron

 

I know the coffee’s hot

For now—I tend to get distracted in drinking it

 

And it gets cold two hours later

Imagine that?

 

I think for no reason I can think of

Well, that’s probably a cheat

 

I see all the piles and surfaces

Unplanned textures in arranging

 

The morning sun diffuse without tarnish

I breathe normally and am tired just enough

 

To have the thought almost in passing

I like my little life

Psalms 32 and 33

Psalm 32

a song before repentance

 

I should be truer to you

And stay that way

Learning more about you

Fulfilling my awareness

Of how your love

The world

 

 

Psalm 33

a song of anxious supplication

 

Forgive me when I fail

Strengthen me

 

Take my hollow parts

To fill them with truth

And better cause

 

Love

Not so much for reward

As for peace

If peace comes with it

Finally, please

I’ll have

N is for None (Prayer)

N is for None (Prayer)

 

Antique for afternoon, partitioned prayer

Often over memory—petition, supplication

In none lines I pray for you, intercessory

Neighbors who are fighting, maybe more

Friends who are generous and persevere

Family that grows in number, challenges

 

You who take part here to have your days

Maybe none is for infinite, three by three

And on, asking-prayers, loving perpetually

 

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