June 12

IT’S NOT DECEMBER YET

You want a poem about December only it’s not winter yet.

Barely autumn, the leaves timidly changing their clothes.

I’ve spent mostly all day watching them out my window

except for a trip to the downtown library where I came out

arms full of books–poems and essays and stories.

Stories of men and women living out the December of life

only winter is supposed to be the end—

the end of growth, a drying up of the sap, falling fruit–

Cold, covered over with snow and ice is what I remember

of winter in Pennsylvania when I was in the spring of life.

Only now approaching winter it would seem that a few

aches and pains notwithstanding (I have a few)

I sense new life, as if the library were the mother and I the

nursing child searching hungrily for what will satiate me.

Who are these people—authors who wrote so eloquently and

why don’t I know them better?  Where have I been?

What have I been doing instead of reading, especially the poets?

It appears that it’s not December yet.

June 9

A Pantoum on a Lazy Day

Oh the luxury of a day to myself

Read a book of verse out loud

Listen to jazz, smooth and soothing

Or do nothing at all, take a nap.

 

Read a book of verse out loud

Daydream a little, plan a trip

Or do nothing at all, take a nap

Get hungry, look in the freezer.

 

Daydream a little, plan a trip

Watch the news, turn it off

Get hungry, look in the freezer

Read another chapter of poetry style and form.

 

Watch the news, turn it off

Daydream, watch the neighbors walk their dog.

Read another chapter of poetry style and form.

Begin to write a poem about your day.

 

Daydream, watch the neighbors walk their dog.

Eat supper made with the frozen meatballs.

Begin to write a poem about your day

Look at a friend’s web site and subscribe.

 

Eat the frozen meatballs

Try not to think of the grown children

Look at a friend’s web site and subscribe.

Try your hand at writing poetry.

 

Enjoy the luxury of a day to yourself.

(Followed the form of a pantoum; start with the second and fourth line of the first stanza and make them your first and third of the second, and so forth.  Try it.)

 

 

June 9

Extreme Perception

There is a website where poets can publish and receive feedback from readers and other poets.  Soon after I began writing for this community, I was able to have a favorite poem published in their anthology, Extreme Perception, A Poem Anthology.  You can find the website here:  http://allpoetry.com/poems/following.  (This would go directly to the poets I am following so far.)   You can download a copy of the anthology from Amazon to your Kindle for only 99 cents.  So I guess you could say that I’m now officially a “published poet, sort of.”

June 2

SAY IT’S WITH A POEM

Say that every human being

is born with a mystery, a vessel that

hungers and thirsts.

Say no one explains this mystery right away

and each one tries to fill the void with

earthly things

which, of course, never work.

 

Say there is a great divide

and although omniscient and omnipotent

The One Who Satisfies must find a way

to communicate.  A great Lover who is

limited nevertheless to finding ways

to reveal Himself (or Herself:  the grammar

is itself limited).

 

Say sometimes a magnificent sunset will do it,

but usually it’s with words.

He has to use the right language, of course;

it’s His fault (there being many).

Say someone hears their name in a song.

 

Say it’s a halting, hesitating, most definitely awkward

kind of song—a poem.

Say it’s with a poem, and say someone hears their name

like it’s a personal love letter.

Say it’s no accident.