Benevolent god

I am a benevolent god,an omnipotent presencepresiding over my kitchenblending ingredients at my whim,spicing things up to my desireto create a new dish to serve As god, I have a personal bondwith carrots, avocados, and peppers,checking on them often toconsider their condition,choosing to use themat peek readiness topartner with me in creation As god, I … More Benevolent god

Wildfowl

I am fortunate to live near a park with two little lakes joined by a creek, where I linger on bridges to hear the water dance over smooth rocks Where mallards and Canada geese carry on conversations in a fowl language I don’t understand Red-winged blackbirds hide in low branches of young trees along the … More Wildfowl

Midmost

It’s a sun-cloudy day mid-day, mid-autumn, half the leaves have fallen, the other half still dot the branches It’s not freezing, but it’s not warm I’m not excited about much right now but neither am I bored on this cloud-sunny day Compliment this poem with Shape Shifters and No Boundaries, both prior posts on Wind … More Midmost

Autumn Fling

I have an intriguing proposal to makelet’s kick the leaves in the yardnot to hurt them but to stir them upso they can dance once more in the wind,jump up to their cousins falling down This poem was inspired by Lines for the Fortune Cookies by Frank O’Hara. Photo by Alegri courtesy of 4FreePhotos

Lizard Guide

The day looks gloomy, overcast yet I see wisps of cloud, patches of blue sky between branches This gloom, I suspect is internal obsessive thoughts of an accusation heard last night that bruised my ego Then a tiny lizard catches my eye motionless on a fence post, a common sight here in Florida, unusual for … More Lizard Guide

Unknowing

Unknowing is not a cloud that conceals understanding requiring explanation to clear the air Knowing is the cloud perhaps seductively defined by wisps and vapor Rorschach shapes of weather spilled like milk across the sky You can analyze the knowing cloud but only in the now; if you study for just a moment you see … More Unknowing

Florida Room

Forget how you burned your tongue on the coffee this morninghow your feet were cold against the tile in the Florida roomthis one actually in Florida where you are visiting family Forget that you miss your cats terribly, all alone in your Michigan homewith no one to cater to their whims all day, only Kenny,the … More Florida Room

On Edge

Daily journaling is the marginalia of my life’s story Image from Reading with a Pencil by Austin Kleon, an interesting take on marginalia. A poem by Billy Collins you might enjoy is titled Marginalia. Additionally, you might want to check out The Marginalian an eclectic collection of essays on works of literary and visual arts.

Morning Music

Leaves whirl in silenceset in motion by a whoosh of windSquirrels chirp at the catflicking their tails to taunt her Beneath me the furnace sputtersOverhead an invisible planebuilds up to a crescendothen fades away to the west My keyboard taps out therhythm of my thoughtswhile a red-headed woodpeckertaps at bugs in a tree outside Thus … More Morning Music

Oh, Well

I no longer prayI read poems andlisten to Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh, Well” I no longer prayI lie in the hammockwatching the undersides of the leaves I no longer prayI write short poemsmake abstract-ish paintings, cook soup I no longer prayI sit with my old kittyletting her purrs strengthen my aging bones I no longer prayI … More Oh, Well