Unseen influences
Enjoy the rain
under hidden stars
for the duration
that has an end
a year lingers
the unseen mmoon
Masked by rain
above
below
I still feel the pull
of Luna
the tug of will
teeth and fang
I howl at the emptiness beyond
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Enjoy the rain
under hidden stars
for the duration
that has an end
a year lingers
the unseen mmoon
Masked by rain
above
below
I still feel the pull
of Luna
the tug of will
teeth and fang
I howl at the emptiness beyond
I reached into my billfold
to pay cash for coffee, black,
and reminisced about the days
when cash was the only currency.
Or pen and ink …
typewriters,
record players.
I remember the smell
of the coal-burning furnace
in my childhood home
and the excitement of delivery day
with coal rumbling down into the coal bin.
Trains on the track
going past our house.
Card catalogs.
Encyclopedias.
The cashier hands me my change
not knowing about my memories.
Or caring.
two years or less
They told me
out of the blue
As she laid there
dying
In front of me
~
We slowly went home
through my tears
I held out my hand
rubbing against her cheek
While she purred for me
like the fighter she is
So we put on our gloves
starting our dance
Together
You are seen
Sprawling across my wall
Maybe just getting from point A to B
But you scare me
Why do you have 8 legs?
Out Out
But I’m not going to touch you
So reach for something else
And now you’re gone
Well played
My child boy now a grown man
or solidly between the two
helps an elderly couple load
their mulch in the back of their car
in the parking lot of Home Depot.
Me, 20 minutes away, sipping tea
and grading papers has no idea
that at the moment, the life I raised
saw another life in need and reached
out to extend his humanity.
The joy of this unseen convinces
me that we will be all right.
That maybe I am a good parent
for all of my trying
who knows when it comes down to it
until moments like this
and suddenly my blood courses
with a hope that just might save us all.
Hour Two
There is something about a Martini,*
It’s a bikini in a glass
Clear
much more than a demi-tasse
It would be nice to have one
While writing like a silly goose
Crisp
shaking my brain loose
Yes, there is nothing like it
Vermouth so dry
And that juniper juice
that makes me fly
It will enhance my humour
To a notable level of sophistication
Just like Dorothy Parker
no doubt of the causation
I will take my last mighty sip
But won’t be my last
I have a forty ouncer
yes, I’m going to have a blast
*taken from A Drink With Something In It Ogden Nash
He is a SIFE
Give him a break
Let him slide from school for 8 months
After all, his family makes him move to other states for migrant work
Let him get credit for the Regents in NY
Let him pass even though he has failed for three quarters
and has not completed work
He is a SIFE
He deserves a free ride and the same credentials as those
who worked all year – Right?
He is a student with interrupted formal education
Meaningless indicators of time
that seek to subjugate us to their will.
But we will not be subservient to
unseen forces trying to control our every move.
The free will granted to us will supersede
any constrictions they attempt to impose on us.
Because we’re alive
because we’re free
because we are infinite.
and no one can take that away from you.
Tonight I clean up
the kitchen
Tonight I wash
the dishes
Tonight I finish
the laundry
Tonight I vacuum
the floor
And in the morning
I’m making waffles
Tonight I pick up
the toys
Tonight I sweep
the floor
Tonight I organize
the desk
Tonight I read
the book
And in the morning
I’m making waffles
Tonight I do it all
the cleaning
Tonight I think of
tomorrow
Tonight I plan
ahead
Tonight I get tired
and sleep
And in the morning
I’m making waffles