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Lady Poem 8/14/2016

Sunday, August 14th, 2016

Wistful rain
like I am being taken care of
home safe carapace from which I play
the carilon of keystrokes on computer
I sit in comfort of couch in presence of husband of love
the cat shifts her hind toes carefree in plush sleep
knowledge of oatmeal to come berries to pick
bees to visit
wish I could make things good
for all

~ Lady

 

Lady poem 7-17-2016

Sunday, July 17th, 2016

The colophon of a book
of the paradise of my life – would
I let myself enjoy it – includes block print bees,
fruit trees, pineapples, haystacks and
wheat wreathes, mint juleps and distillations
cultural and otherwise, figures in almanacs
rendered into prizes for specimens shown
at a county fair

We could walk into this streaming sunshine logo, me and thee,
holding hands up to the curlicue of a wooden arch drizzled
in vine, ducking under leaf and grapes and other emblems
of harvest and civilization

Or we can walk into someplace wild named only
by calligraphic monks and keepers of words
glossy books of birds come to life

Summer morning before it gets hot
swallows divebombing us in plucky cheer
us alien in overgrown grasses of a nature
preserve, new eyes of animated stick figures
a children’s drawing taped
on my office cabinet

 

6-25-2016 Lady Poem

Saturday, June 25th, 2016

Learning’s germ for fertilizing
eyes and ears, a head a heart, a hand,
a pen’s milt on action’s platform,
and it goes around again

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6-21-2016

Tuesday, June 21st, 2016

The drumming of my feet as I run
heats my blood, pumps my oxygen,
syncs my thought, my strategies to live,
so many strategies –

During planned time with the universe on my couch
I recalibrate, I seek to meet the ideals of my ethos
a breeze comes through the window
I taste serenity in my head
I release myself into being held

Here I am this me and we are we
wrapped in thought and sensation

Out there a nebula looks like
the Madonna and Child, a calm commentary
painted in vast matter and light

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem 6-15-2016

Wednesday, June 15th, 2016

A bit like a nun up from
clean starched sheets worshiping
royal yellow emperor sun unfolding
its robes into the new day to the
plunking strum of Eralio Gill’s harp
somewhere out there a rose garden
in here blessed routine looking out our
green window I write poems, I visit my own home
live my canon law, the right to gently
carpe diem calmly ignore the coaxing
traffic whooshing outside which
wants me bureaucratic
quickly washed and frantic

I’ll sit in a breakfast lifestyle while
husband clinks ceramic plates on the table
and shuffles his slippers on the slate floor

My eyes are fresh in the homeland
perpetual novelty of butter
jam honey on toasted bread

~ Lady

 

May 12, 2016 Lady Poem

Thursday, May 12th, 2016

Satisfaction so easily found
in the sunshine of your love
in the extended moments of
long Saturday afternoons

Saturday holy middle days
shushed work or carpentry rehab
of personal projects

Time for parks and poignant green dreams –
moist warm plant and earth smells harken
youth’s outdoor playtime like memory
beheld in a celestial momento plate

~ Lady

 

Lady Poems 5/10 & 5/11/2016

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016

5/10

Walking out to the living room in the early a.m. murk, the cat’s dark shadow swimming at my feet as noticeable as a fish coming into view in the shallows of a pond.

5/11

MLK

Late winter shadows spindle
twist and ripple – trunks
whip through sunlight
in the dash of our car

Come spring, green filigree sprouts lace
on branches’ whimsy growing thicker,
clotting into mottled canopy

Trees elegant shush
as though installations on grass
mowed and dotted by Seurat
on the grounds of a
major metropolitan
art museum

 

May 8, 2016 Lady Poem

Sunday, May 8th, 2016

Slim Whitman sings Song of the Wild,
steel guitar runs threads of a barline
through a country diorama

I never thought I’d like cowboys
but I find myself doing just that – floral
embroidery on shirts, a recognition
of wistful male sweetness

A torn out paper collage
moon and mountains and wisps
of paper cloud, cowboy, hat and horse
cows, mesas, water
campfire stars

Oh my dear horse, why not enjoy
the bright moon and light breeze
while you can?

~ Lady

 

Lady Poem – March 19, 2016

Saturday, March 19th, 2016

Mom

Gramma was so big then
her being old and me being new
in the shower at the pool, her belly
like the Venus of Gagarino, Rorate
Coeli – rain down the savior –  legitimate
mystery of the shower’s sluice dripping
in points from her gray pubic hair
a holy wonder for me

Now you have little ones –
are you frank? Do you have steam boiled
practices in their polaroid memories?
Is it like learning for the first time
how to ride a bike, amazed by
whatever made this happen?

 

Lady Poem – July 10, 2015

Friday, July 10th, 2015

 

Men as beautiful as women
Flash of earring, hair straight as
train rail, reality of an individual’s hand
musing a feather like a fan dance by Martha Graham
entree to walk in the secret garden
of thought, love quest echoing
in canyons, mind calling soul

Some people call it the happiest place on earth,
those who lived in Paradise Valley, Yamosöpö tuviwarai,
before clash of Paiute and Spanish, slave traffic
melding into the fusion of their children
like sand falling from story-telling hands
strange comfort of syncretism
over centuries

~ Lady

 

 

 
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