Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands

Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands
on xanthous flames fireplaced in a
viperiform damascene hagioscope
gripping the reredos

Girandoled discoball constellations
yogiboogeyboarded swimming pool lights,
dog and ponied interstices of the ceiling joists
zoopraxiscoped herds of variegated animals,
the alopecoid and hares, all manners
of dazzling English animals

The nickle nutlets of teeth in
jellygraph gloss of a dead lamb’s grin,
closed eyelids, japan painted blunt nose
nuque broke, visceral ladled nup of bent innocent colliform
draped on a chair, the Inuit their kamiks

Corpulant agriculture was fecund
on plates we left for morning after Christmas,
wastive abundance, frapped humanity
in ruddy hardihood consecrated by
the rabbi we called in;
the comrade donned a biretta
the webster sat under the vesper
it was a mixed bag, fingers bewildered in
nodated whatevers, que sera sera-ing,
the cows munched their kerf
it was ok it was the weather

The validity of vermiculture,
of worksome insects typing logopedics,
rosining translucent violins withily weaving
wirewove niello of the organized whole

~ Lady

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


Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #14

Pi Day

We wring hands begging spring and finally, winter’s
leaving Cleveland, a seasonal glacier carving the roads,
embellishing them with the grit of our driving in the
relinquished like hackies in taxies waltzing round potholes
as prevalent as scaled craters on the moon, o battered
road of rugged emotions–the consolation prize jobs for
people to spackle and pave, gigantic rags of the city
repairing its crust

Soon land’s raw thaw will be absorbed into spring’s
forgiving pillow powering fresh green leaf, flowering
chrysalis seed, budding trees for bees, sprinkling petals
into regal paths for cheerful hops of curious sparrows,
fresh air like ribbons of light, byzantine rites of stain
glass windows, spiral candy dance for everyone from
lusty flushed youth to clean peace aged

~ Lady

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #13


Winter’s moon, parched and frozen
in the retina of trees, my aching trust
for a rusty glimmer of spring
like fruit from a cold jar

Kintsukuroi letter to the Galatians,
the egg that makes the egg again,
from rote engine to crackling hatching
softer law of this organic leap
spirit strangely pagan

~ Lady


Smith & Lady Poems – March 2015 – Lady’s #4


Bend and pull
dogs ease of how to do
gravity a channel–
lack thereof, too

Lancet pushes rain
and xylem to the lattice
leaf’s studded guttation
looks like dew

From where we sit’s like
souvenirs to sip from zippers
dripping convergence
in the stew

~ Lady


Black History Month Poems #22


Quetzalcoatl intercedes
from Earth to Venus, halmark of Nahua
rainy season, mandala of his dress
wrapping subject into

Snake and
most precious green bird shake
wind jewels of rain, lightning breaks
sky in two, loving the alien
under pyramids of sun
and moon

~ Lady


Lady Poem January 29, 2015


water, cloud, land & snow
star reaches into its shadow
rolling asleep, rolling awake
day night day night

~ Lady


Lady Poem January 27, 2014


casually battened
in the filigree sees me sober
in a lee, wind blowing missives
round its reach

~ Lady




Does a bell go on and on?

Or hit space and dampen anonymously
into the capacitance of some sea?

Does it richochet round forever,
applications of ever lighter feather,
gilding wind and weather?

And thunder…
a long caress sunk in the
dissipating static of
rumbled heat?

~ Lady