Pins in Dolls
I’m tired, and I wish
I could rest well
But pains like pins
Keep me awake
I wish I could resolve
These; I wish the
Witch or brujo
Would pull these
Unearthly prickles
Out
Dawn-Calling
Who calls dawn
One bird, two birds
I hope it’s at least two
No one should have
To call the new day
All alone
At such a time, there
Should be company
And, if it works out,
Friendship through
The morning
That’s how I’d like to
Start the day
With someone near
To know me now
When the day begins
Failing Night
Just after five—
I have not been asleep
Pain shoots through
My leg, a single line
Of nerve
As if a wire was pushed
Through inside
Then something threw
A supernatural switch
Tripping a low current
Of too-warm, electric
Sting without
Cessation
Pulsing through tired
Muscle and protesting
Vessels
Having surrendered
Day’s labors into
Aspiration’s night of
Negligent awareness
Barely keeping guard
Letting go of awake
To turn into dream
In hope to re-knit and
Repair stretched
Measures in the body
And the mind
It’s a cycle that’s
Supposed to work
Why then is pain
Ruining what I’ve made
Not fair
I want to rest then rise
With good, hale
Consciousness beneath
The skin
modest gathering
Here is some verse I’d like to share. First a few haiku, inspired by the natural world. Then a poem about pie.
(1)
Over northern sky
Aurora Borealis
Amazes our world
(2)
Over southern sky
The Aurora Australis
This locus astounds
(3)
Horses are aware;
They don’t care who wins because
Horses want to run
(4)
Horses who stand still
Are wiser than we, for they
Know quiet learning
Pie Outside Can’t Hide
Crimp pie crust
Not too hard, ‘cause
Dust to dust
Enjoy the crimp
With elf and imp
Like will-o-the-wisp
When fall is crisp
We bake our wares
To cool on stairs
Steam sprite-rises
No surprises
Wafting dessert:
Magic food alert!
(Gradmama the other day used a couple of words I like, so I added them in here. Kind of like trying new ingredients in a pie.
Life Goes On
The name of a television
Show, I think,
As well as an old saying
And it does—
Life does go on, that is
Like one, unending sentence
Written and read
Throughout the years
An Edgar Poe-like sentence;
He could write a sentence
That would take up a page
And be no less fascinating
For the length and, what
Turned out, the breadth
A single-sentence life,
Broken up with punctuation
A question mark when
There is doubt, an
Exclamation point when
And where
Something needs affirming
Say, a celebration
A period when things must
Stop for a while, tragedy
Or wonder of accomplishment
Today is a comma
A pause
Red Sky at Night
Retiring into the deep
Colors of the day
We come to the end
When light must give
Way to night
We sigh and with
Misty breath, exhale
Into the coming dark
No more arguments
To make against the
Day
Maybe a farmer’s
Understanding, for
There are evening
Laborers
Whose cycle will
Reverse the colors
Sorry, perhaps, for
Those who cannot
Read the final
Message in the dusk
Of dying day
Well, look to new hues
In the tellings that
Arrive, whenever
Daytime and
Nighttime meet, alive
Quiet
Moment is quiet
Inside everything
I am thankful
For those who
Have no sanctuary
In time or mind
I’m sorry
I wish for better
(I’m Irish—wishes work)
A moment to breathe
Without impeding
Mortal noise:
Wish for rest
A pause for
Absolute or take mitigated
Quiet
Penultimate
Where do we go from here?
Life on Earth diminishes
Human life, animal species
Extinct, genii of plants within
Which might have served
Chemistry for fixing disease
We look for life out there
And why not: that’s what’s
Next
But for today, while we’re
Still here,
Build a world that someone
Else might want to visit, work
With us, share
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