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11 yr on

Friday, September 9th, 2016

queenbeelady

Eleven Year On

Our eleventh year my dear
an odd number
for an odd wife
with an odd cat
and an odd husband
heading for a dozen
better’n folk thought
who doubted we’d make one
as we three odds make it even better

– Smith, 9.9.2016

sideslidesmith

 

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

 

no Eve she

Thursday, July 21st, 2016

ruhungry2

Status Report 227

Open freezer looking for nibbles
find none

Open fridge yet again for immediate eats
find none

Closing door I see wife’s note:

R U HUNGRY
ENOUGH TO
EAT AN
APPLE??

Yes!

Grab apple
bite into spoiled pulp
spit it out

No Eve she

– Smith, 7.21.2016

smith&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

 

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

 

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 May 11, 2015

Monday, May 11th, 2015

 

Thuvian throatsong, patter of Cherokee drums,
congregation of tents, comfortable nests of campfire
communities, dogs settled in the dirt thumping tails
once in a while, watching, trusting, us on our beat-up
old couch surrounded by third floor art–so many centers
of the world in their own sweet ways
so thankful

~ Lady

 

 

Lady Poem May 8, 2015

Friday, May 8th, 2015

 

Held on a leash in life’s lease,
the buttresses of relaxation we hurriedly make
outside bookends of workdays for the great big
blue-green-tan-white panorama
of Nature

Beneath sky blue or
the wrinkled brow of clouds’ introspection
I want to walk, walk in and under and marvel
on this marble of planet

Longer stays in the knit of what matters

Idylls of Heaven on Earth
and Heaven in Heaven

~ Lady

 

 

Poetry Month Poems ~ Lady ~ #30

Thursday, April 30th, 2015

 

Be fain to leap
from comfortable sludge
of warm pajamas to gymnopédies
of beginner’s mind like a monk taking
three breaths, saying a gatha,
and getting out of bed

A long draught of water
fresh as the splash of a harp,
clean cotton, naked feet on the floor,
koto music and meditation,
sunrise Éthiopiques for
the new day

~ Lady

 

 

 
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