Twenty-Seven Syllables
This is crepuscular diatribe
In quotidian confrontation
Meaning I’m scared of the coming night
(three lines of nine for no particular reason; maybe because I was born on the twenty-seventh day of the month; maybe because I want to try out the dictionary word-of-the-day; maybe because sometimes encroaching night puts me off—sometimes encroaching dawn as well)
Gross Tuesday, Then We Fast
In USA (and elsewhere, though
The images I see are from my
Own), it is the time of Mardi Gras
Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday
(Shriving meaning to divest), or
Fast Nacht—a fluid season before
The dryness of Lent, a day of excess
Substance before lean Lenten days
Commence, if only in perspective
Here in Pennsylvania, we have snow;
But in the deep South, look out:
A French and Creole, native, Caribbean
Mélange of festival—a celebration that
In winter shouts, We are still here
And, except for the crime, why not
Love of Pi
pi it is
point
beyond
safe, solvable numbers in
equations
this would go on, transcendence
merging grammar and calculation, design of bridges, and love-
songs ellipses
all our science and art that
we can rely on become
something like God
random in beauty without end
(3.14159265359 and on)
with thanks for inspiration from What the Woman Wrote—Annie
herself responding to a number-sequenced poem-prompt
https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/2016/02/05/consumed/
https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/
Taiwan Earthquake
Earthquake in Taiwan
Souls are trapped
In falling buildings
Still falling
I might not last
Through rescue tries,
For my soul must be
In open space
And that’s simply personal
Not rising yet to singe the skin
The surrender of
So many lives
And living the rest:
Not any victim’s future
Understanding that
Life has
Security
World, respond
Save and stay to help,
Rebuilding human sanctity
Gender Mutilation
(against FGM)
If justly turned around
Pleasure will be erased
In the journey of
Humanity
Men, awake
Not because men are
Called to save the
Lady in tower
But are signaled
To remain below
To lift from the mire
Of earth an ownership
Of villainy
(from a photo-prompt of cows; photo by Annie Spratt)
Meanings
(nebby is evidently a Pittsburgh expression,
a compressing of neighborly and nosey)
definition of a cow: trying to be a horse
of a dog: doesn’t understand the diplomacy of cats
of a cat: one who perceives dogs as pointless
definition of a child: not a miniature adult
of a parent: nervous the length of child-life
a soldier: serving with all there is
definition of democracy: each one matters
of an earth: that without which we do not live
of God: maker; providentially nebby
Journaling at the Start of 5 February
Added coffee to the canister. Drank from a
Mouthwash bottle nearly empty with a full one
Beside. Same with toothpaste, when it’s time.
These small abundances matter much.
It’s a bunch of days. So the television tells me.
Something to do with weather, with a kind of
Food, and with the heart. Maybe something pre-
Valentine’s. I slept five or six hours, which is not
Enough. I slept under a throw, which is not enough
Though better than a blanket making me too hot.
Too hot in winter. (In a cold-winter clime.) That
Should be a blessing.
Rescue
The Coast Guard in alliance
With Texas Parks and Wildlife
Rescues six (among these, two
Children) from a sinking ship
Off the shore, out into the
Sea-like water, near Corpus
Christi (a city named for
A savior)
It happened—it really, really
Happened—and it will take
Place again
There is good news
And, somewhere near you
And me, there is good news
As well
(my brief cycle of nature poetry,
fractured and otherwise, ends
with this animated entry; maybe
I have been stir-crazy or simply
become, you know, duck soup)
Duck
I know there’s Aflac
And classic Disney Donald
But I tend to think
On Daffy of Looney Tunes
(TM and circle-R, I’m sure
And circle C for these icons)
Remember when he
Wanted to be rich (well,
That would be always)
And then he angered a
Genie?—in the final scene,
Bugs Bunny opens up an
Oyster, discovering a
Pearl; then a transformed,
Tiny Daffy runs up Bugs’s
Arm, cradles the pearl under
The ceiling of the shell
And, while the shell (and the
Episode) is closing, mutters in
A high pitch to himself,
“I am a wealthy miser.”
Now, children of any age,
Aren’t those words
To live by?
That’s all.
Folks.
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