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tilt to nicer slant

Tuesday, June 16th, 2015

ladymacsbrodsky

 

Lady reading at Mac’s Backs with Adam Brodsky

Status Report 10

I’m with the one I want,
and me the same to her.

We fit in game of purr,
tilt to nicer slant.

– Smith, 6.16.2015

beeboxladyBee Lady inspecting our first hive

 

 

Poetry Month Poems ~ Lady ~ #29

Wednesday, April 29th, 2015

 

Finch
short shuffling inching,
hopping forward on dappled perch,
ebullient warble projected at the hen
of his affection

She flirtatiously tilts
a long blade of grass from her beak,
head tipped just so, still,
listens

From his puffed up chest
arias of moonlit skies
and paradise

~ Lady

 

 

Poetry Month Poems – Lady’s #22

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015

 

Life and love, what a wonderful world
we can return to paradise in, finding
secret zen gardens of woodland reservations
streamers of cosmic rays gilding openings
of green, saplings sprouting under the tall
dark elephant legs of their mature parents

Walking along sweet creek waters,
slight dashings of wakerobins–woodland
spring bloomers–in the enlivened humus
of earth, the peter peter peter of tufted titmice
flocking with chickadees, nuthatches &
thuddy knockings of woodpeckers like
faint Cherokee pow wow drums

~ Lady

 

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #31

Tuesday, March 31st, 2015

 

Away from the melee, away
from the undertow of the appalling,
the maelstrom of the loathsome,
surf the cosmic way rather

Take the bank of your life to
the here now of corporeality, an odyssey
with you and me, the hero’s journey of art,
cameras in our hands, beginners’ eyes
delighting in novelty, so many maiden voyages,
riddles like rooms of zoomorphic fish canoes
oared by crews from shadowy odeums,
neighbors and friends

The fish is not your mother
but embrace the story – maybe she is
your mother, echoes of time, tide lapping us,
sated travelers startling awake like from
the twirling skirt of our lake’s wet tongue

~ Lady

 

 

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

Wednesday, March 18th, 2015

 

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

 

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – #16

Monday, March 16th, 2015

 

Laying flowers side by side on the table
to array the palette of a bouquet, my jackleg fingers
in this matter remembering the words of
Thich Nhat Hanh, “leave space in
between things.”

Looking towards learning skillful compositions,
juxtapositions of color and shape and mood, so many
ways to make and discover frontiers

Which reminds me of you–how you
would have every day novel, a zany birthday party
on a dance floor platform for whirling happiness, your
camera curiosity seeking out photos like the world
is full of easter eggs, and it is

Yet sometimes the spicy lightning
of your attention’s like you’re zapping barbed xrays
of unjust situations with moralizing words–promising
them their comeuppance

Condemnation of entire domains
heuristically earned yet with wild daisies of grace
sprouting exceptions to the rules and you smile with
surprise like the cheer of holding my hand and running
through a sprinkler

I’m growing a whole bunch of exceptions for you,
a lawn, a street, a town, a county, a country, the world–
I’m gathering them and the other flowers
for the fiesta of our lives

~ Lady

 

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #12

Thursday, March 12th, 2015

 

Where did we come from? The page’s gutter
for an aesthetic, faille’s golden joinery,
moulden moiré, a book opening softly with
beginner’s mind ribbing interior corduroy,
congruous fingerprints, event set atop
event in wefts of text, vibrating atoms,
topographical map swimmingly coupled
and walking from the dividend,
this singing bowl

~ Lady

 

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #8

Sunday, March 8th, 2015

 

O the frame’s yaw and yearn fishing a journey to the heavyside. Stars look at sweat and laugh with wetness. Mama’s hairy holes birthing iron squall. There are easier backstops for our ore. Let’s get down with fresh green leaping. Dowitchers resembling godwits back and forth.

~ Lady

 

 

rainbows room

Friday, March 6th, 2015

rainbow room generator

Lady’s wiping the floor with me with our daily tag-team poems.

Prescribing plucks on a zither in the zone of denoted dust for the genius of my body’s receptors like an engineer pavlovs a fuzzy solution. I can identify and achieve my goals chunking the mind down into lung dogged meditation in two-way osmosis phone with tinny or rich background noise. I can transform step by step by step.

~ Lady, 3.6.2015

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Unblank Slate of Quantum State

New day. New start.
New play. New part.

Sun up, gone gloom,
light streams crystals flashing
in window hanging,
painting walls, floor, ceilng, me with
rainbows roaming round the room,
slo-mo warp of quantum wave,
particular particles,
articles of belief relief from dark,
dread,
messy head.

Slowly I turn.
Again.

– Smith, 3.6.2015






rainbow room

 

Smith & Lady – March 2, 2015

Monday, March 2nd, 2015

 

Give us this day our comfortable grooves
the daily bread of paddings if packaged like
patting Eau de your smoke, my iron, our scent
in the nest, a valorization of fairy dust from
corner distillations

Let’s make a gingham picnic by moonlight
in Lincoln Park, the packing of a basket, the cologne
of our legs made musky with bike, unfolding berries,
Indian dal, cheese and bread on the cool metal
of a public bench on a warm summer night –
may we, mais oui

~ Lady

 

 

 
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