day drip


Day Drip

The Tower of Babel
6 miles and more runs its hideous shadow

That’s why there’s
babble tongue in river rush
silence in day fade

Why water walkers double in reflection

This wind in trees
sounds like river running
rain falling

There’s purr, there’s child laugh
there’s water run and train moan

This water falls from the river
liquid running
licking lips, laps, lumbars, Lotharios

So easy to sleep when it rains

– Smith, 9.17.2016


Lady Poem 7-29-2016

A shearwater nests on the edge of a cliff
to fall in dream to flight in space
its cruciform wings skim tips of waves
and it follows the whales to feed on their wakes

~ Lady

Lady poem 7-17-2016

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 6-23-2016

Quartz glints hard in the eagle’s soft eye
flying over the lake’s scintillating stipple
sweep of wings one of time’s serene ways

From a canteen’s metal darkness
lightness is earned soft and wet
relief’s seeping drink

~ Lady

Lady Poem 6-15-2016

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

June 8, 2016 Lady Poem

Puissant panther
sure paws offbeat punctuation
gamelan drums

Alert fur leery
long yellow tooth saliva memory
whisker spits from the circle of its black face
visceral shock the green eyes and pink tongue

~ Lady

Lady Poem June 1, 2016

Sweet sparrow more urgent in her call this morning
harps “Go to work, go to work,” and or
“Spend some time, take some time”
which, or my indecisiveness
wants both

Stochastic resonance and or
collusion with the universe
my ridge of soundtrack

Time chases me
I am poor and rich
I love the wolf

~ Lady

May 29, 2016 Lady Poem

How unexpected a bird flapping down from the roof – decision and missive rendered. Thock thock thock thock thock. Cross between rubber and drum.

Bird chatter indicative of a quiescence when the traffic ebbs. Carousel cars turn toward then into rafts of away.

I lift my head up from the computer in a minute of liberty. The noise of my inner work alleviated by the novelty of noticing or not – of peering through and dreaming.

Husband brings the paper up from stairs of concrete reality. In luxury the pages spill on couch. I do not want to read the headlines, just ads and human interest stories. Better I launder what I have. Smell of soap, clean carpets, dishes, bath, bit at a time. Groom. Sweep – then palate refreshed for clean look

Hearing birds again – someone cooes an opening

~ Lady