J is for June-Song
Junebug
A tune for June
The moon, a spoon
A child, mild
A child, wild
Summer’s tressed
Please, child blessed
Book(Poem)-Spine Poem
(inspired by so many of my blogging
peers-friends skillful in this)
All quiet on the Western front
A confederacy of dunces
The charge of the Light Brigade
The crying of Lot 49
Diving into the wreck
Hamlet
Dandelion wine
Something wicked this way comes
And then there were none
Ship of fools
On the beach
We
Brave New World
A is for alibi
Because I could not stop for death
The cry of the children
A sad heart at the supermarket
Goblin market
(Remarque, Toole, Tennyson, Pynchon, Rich, Shakespeare, Bradbury, Bradbury, Christie, Porter, Shute, Zamyatin from Cyrillic, Huxley, Grafton, Dickinson, Barret Browning, Jarrell, Rossetti)
Heart v Mind
a divorce decree
whereas
heart and mind
can’t get along
but must reside
next door one
the other
the body the
home must
remain neutral
ground in
cellular space
distinct unless
the distance
might be closed
under new
terms
maybe new
referring
certainty
new mutual
deference of
apprehension
natural and
reasonable law
that all is not
an eye (Saint
Paul) and
Qualities
Become quality
If two commit
To harmony
Diversity in
Self-diffusion
From synapse
Twined with
Capillary
Emotion
Whereas thus
And so
inspired by Rosema, A Reading Writer,
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/heart-vs-mind-a-somonka/
I is for Imagining
(I know, I said brevity in
form; at least the lines
are short)
Relevant elegance
Can you imagine?
Like a poet in a tuxedo
Exchanging arctic jibes
Because the penguin
Believes the poet
Is related (and
Antarctic creatures
Always make fun
Of those from the
Warm stove top that
Is the distant North
Innovation intonation
Can you imagine?
Like a singer inventing
A new octave for
A new kind of song
Everyone might hear
No one will understand
But, known or not,
The singer sings on
Abnegation imagination
Can you fathom?
Like a magician who
Returns things to the
Top hat, until the rabbit
Says, “Too much!”
As Dorothy Sayers
Might say, if toucan
Imagine, you can, too
If two can imagine,
You can, too
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
(Sayers is known for co-creating
Guinness ads in the 1930s,
making rounds again, as all
good things like good drinks do)
Provenance
Record and trace of ownership
Beguiling proof and certainty that
What we have is precious and
Priceworthy
I have books I like
I like to look at them (wish they
Were better arranged), though
Mostly I like to use them
Once signed or deemed valued
In any other way, the book
Becomes artifact, then as such
Not used again
I guess we have many things
Like that: with provenance
Proved or started with the first
Costly thing that now needs
Tracking of its own
I’d rather try the things—touch
Them, enjoy them in the world
Of rough dimension they came
From
There’s beauty in raw elegance
Unproved
H is for History
History is not experience
But a record of what happened
My father liked to tell stories
Of growing up along Puget
Sound, which he swam across
Part of with regularity
Well, it seems that a border
Dispute arose between folks
In Seattle (probably Olympia,
State capital and southerly
Sound-located) and those in
Vancouver and of all the parts
On both sides—
A conflict of two nations, as
It were, Canada and the USA
One day the problem was
Resolved in a game of baseball
The border was settled over
Nine-innings’ play
I don’t recall who won; maybe
I was never told—that’s not
The point—the day was saved
Not with guns but by a game,
Sporting in every way
My father’s storytelling was
History—and is—a recording
Of the time and what transpired
My telling this to you becomes
A history as well
How about making a history
For yours
Haiku over Coffee
(while I was away)
Fat robin. Pregnant?
Why not, this is fecund time.
Eggs into small birds.
(walking through the yard)
never never ne
ver will I trust in this a
gain mean it this time
(playing with “never” the way
Shakespeare plays “tomorrow”)
“selfishness of mind”
is the “common enemy”
Dalai Lama bless
(at the bookstore)
Too much death in news
Guns, traffic, derailments, fire
Country mouse for home
(reading and watching the city
news at the same time)
So you know, all friends
Each drafting of one of these
Truly with coffee
(even now)
g is for gallop
(verse at work)
galloping
I remember not directly the old radio show featuring the masked man Lone Ranger whose mask was made from the clothing of his dead brother a Texas Ranger ambushed in a gully by a criminal gang led by Butch Cavendish I think the companion for the Lone Ranger was Tonto an American Indian with many skills though doubtlessly not treated with the respect he was due I’m not sure who played the Ranger and Tonto on radio but certainly on television still before my time it was Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels respectively and isn’t that a great name for the Native American companion well Clayton Moore tended to live the part which wasn’t all that bad because in public he reinforced a message to children that justice was good and fair a win even if the winning went hard there was more silver than simply in the name of the actor for the Ranger shot silver bullets from two guns he had wrapped around his waist silver bullets shooting straighter and true so went the lore I think and his horse was named Silver too which led to the famous expression “Hi-ho, Silver!” that the Lone Ranger called usually while his horse reared on its two hind legs and that cry was followed by “Away!” and I swear in reruns and rebroadcasts I think it was maybe Tonto who shouted “Away!” though I suppose I’m only romanticizing to give him more stature when saluting their own show and Tonto’s horse was named Scout but after all the calling set in the saddles of their chargers you know what they did they galloped away from the warm radio brocade panel or the cathode-ray lit television screen and where did they gallop but into their next adventure and should not we do the same
F is for Folderol
An old word for silly when
Something must be said though
No language is required
Folderol, la, my dear
Folderol, ha, be near
Okay, few words—mostly
Un-worded sounds are sung
Maybe to fill in a fear, if
Singers think there should
Be a lyric, and none shows
While love is there, shouting
In the mind
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