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WALKING ON THIN ICE

lamb or lyin’

Lamb or Lyin’

Lamb may lie at feet of lion,
but does that mean the end of march?

More than meat, less than mushroom,
rogue spore seeking warmth in gloom,
I grow my glow in dark.

Yet woof and whap of warp and weave
tie us all together.

We live backside the mirror in Alice’s Other Land
where biggest fear is fear of mere
in same old same again.

With howl of owl nudging now,
and then and when two-timing.

This line don’t meet that intersect,
the angle’s too declining,
unworthy of respect.

I’d explain, but words weren’t paid,
and tarnish touches timing.

– Smith, 3.21.2015

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #21

 

Obiter dictum
connects something
in its flapping passing

Even whoofing wings of an owl
make invisible sound
for the operator holding a boom

A lamb and her force field of softness
floats cloven tongues
on patting hooves

Attainment in sadhana’s posture
also, told

~ Lady

 

Song of the Curtain

Lady’s latest fine fine issue of The City is online here thecitypoetry.com featuring art and poetry by Denise Dee, Bree, Joan of Art, Mary Turzillo, Steve Brightman, William B. Burkholder, Mary E. Weems, Agram Bigsby, Daniel Bellinger, Dianne Borsenik, Jim Lang, c.m. brooks, Geoffrey Landis, Kevin Eberhardt, Meribeth Hutto, John Swain, Peggy Honeydew, pmpope, Terry Provost, Geraldine Green, Lisa Gordon, Michael Salinger, Russell Vidrick, Mwatabu S. Okantah, Mystery Lady, Karen Arnold, MaxWell Shell, Lady K., and me.

She puts out an issue each season, and holds a Solstice/Equinox reading at the MetroPark’s Canalway Center, 4524 East 49th Street Cleveland as well. This Sunday’s 1pm – 3pm reading will be her 7th consecutive gathering there. Since it’s going to be cold, the reading will be inside the Nature Center — when it’s nice, we gather out on the Blue Heron Boardwalk.

Here’s the FaceBook event page: Spring Equinox City Poetry Reading at the Canalway Center, Cleveland.

Song of the Curtain

Symbols clash in small waters
a tall order for furthering scan

Copper’s corrode brings a new beauty
textures the surface with waver of age

Silk kisses the hiss of the body
slithering thin over sin of the skin

An attic of static though far from certain
opens the curtain revealing the stage

Notes drop like water in basket
leaking lovely all over the place

From that point we all are audience
flapping ears searching for grace

– Smith, 3.20.2015


song of the spheres

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #20

 

Time’s tattered tight like
contained bap of cymbals–
organized static, directionalized
tension, splashes of water
in a musical groove

Damped in pattering the patina,
diffused in the rippling of the cloth
softened abutment grazing
frontier like nainsook
wisping on skin

~ Lady

 

Cracking in the Cosmic

Cracking in the Cosmic

Slip-sliding sommeliers grasping at the grinding
of masticated macerants hiding in the pudding
nod their yes or no at the nervous nellies
grading for the best of show by turning on the telly

It’s never nurture nature night when standing in the shadows
best to serve your sutured sight Peeping Tom in windows

Time masticates in mumbled meal
and tosses dice in silence
once the trap’s revealed to be baited brief with kindness

Widows grasp at gasp of love as we flesh the whether
into nexting one of us into the gap of pleasure

Memories may not always maul the might
but no matter must or maybe
time is tattered tight

– Smith, 3.19.2015

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #19

 

Time keeps on slipping into the future
macerated into memories eclipsing yearly harvests
held in frontiers of flesh and weather, deposits of
taggants banding hourglass sand pinned under gravitational
anniversaries, the sommelier at the nexus grasping
key notes, crescent phases and
gibbous introspections

~ Lady

 

2015 Ensemble Awards

Red letter day – we’ve been married 9 years, together 9.5 years.
6 years with MandyCat.

2015 Ensemble Awards

Best cast scenario:
you, me, cat.

Our nine year marriage contract
has been expanded to extended seasons.

No rocks to roil our rolling show,
just endless backstage passes.

Nine year marriage in ten year manage,
our only agents each other.

Our serial mid-western/western spaghetti’s on,
cliffhangers morphing daily.

This story’s just barely big enough for the three of us,
Mz Ma’am, Mz. Cat, and moi.

Where are our undressing rooms?
I’d like to watch the show.

(happy 9th wedding anniversary)

– Smith, 3.18.2015

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #18

 

Labradorite rock
gleaming blue glint in polished feldspar,
sky and water swimming in matter,
northern lights held in the hand

I’d give you a stone, if I had one,
a token of my vision of the best of our romance
captured in rocks cultured under midnight sun
forever like the traveler of Ella Fitzgerald’s
voice riding radio ripple to outer space, as large
as constellation’s everspreading embrace

I kiss your lips like Lucy’s cordial, a flask
of something delicious and good, eat the daily
replenished bread of your arms, my heart squinched
wanting more contiguousness for our handheld
expanses as vast as the cast of an aurora

~ Lady

 

In my Lady’s Kanji Tree


Kanji tree

In my Lady’s Kanji Tree

What solemn secrets do you nourish
in pre-sun dark before rise of day
when silly sallies sway?

Your dance abounds in sun surround
the heed of glowing often
the hard to soften.

As shepherd you do shimmer
reflecting inner glimmer
only glad to gong.

Root to branch, earth to air,
such sap as real rises
realizes fair.

She softly whispers shyly
all good deeds should wisely
let nature nurture need.

Good word, good deed,
good thought, good heed,
each in each agreed.

– Smith, 3.17.2015

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #17

 

The baby bighorn bounds in sundance
laughing with the kapok tree who imprisoned the devil
transforming weeds of his way, goatee to seed flowering cotton,
spirals of keratin horn winding wise and kind bodhi meditation
from animal eye of secret sacred inner mind, mystic medicine
cosmovision songs, sprung tongues of strange ones,
J-Men amen, the lamb comes,
ay… ay….

~ Lady