Will she even care
When her rapist meets his maker?
Of course. How can I comprehend
The inner workings of the mind
Of the mother whose son treats her
So badly?
Look, I don’t even know it’s not
Her mind that drives her, but something
Deeper.
20210719. For https://earthweal.com/2021/07/19/a-poetry-that-does-not-compromise-the-anthropocene-hymnal/
No wonder
With these bicameral brains
Observing this land of separation
Where everything is cut in half
Walls and fences and borderlines
No wonder we lie in one bed
And wonder…
She was rowdy,
Pursued her happiness repentlessly
With sweet disorder in her dress
Above reproach, beyond rebuke. 18
Dancing in supermarket aisles,
medical center waiting rooms
Unconcerned with that, and the longing she
Dredged up in lonely boy me
The best kind of juke
For the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/12/quadrille-131-with-brian-miller/
With apologies to Robert Herrick.
Each moment is a choice
Two futures unfold from each moment
In one, I write this
In another, you read this
In another, this mango is delicious
20210609
For Nancy
This is one of those stories
Those eager exciting pageturners
A storied adventure, high seas
Deep jungles, really anywhere
Quite unlike your home
You know the kind, gripping
Daredeviling globetrotting romps
That grab you and bring you along
Throwing punches, stealing fire
Looting ancient temples.
This story tells you everything
You ever wanted to know about yourself
It fills your soul like zephyr in the sails
Of pirate ships. When it does end
In that calmness you won’t remember
If it said anything at all
20210606
Rekla je Tete Katicia
Te smokve divlje smeđe puretine nisu one koje bismo trebali
Jedite, zeleni su oni koji su dobri
I bili su veličanstveni
Viseći s drveta poput grudi
Tako slatka mekoća ispod kože
Oni najbolji iscurili su
Nektar u noći i ukočen
Svjetlucajući poput jantara na jutarnjem svjetlu
20210604: a translation of Smokva
what does the poet’s spade look like?
what coldhearted pointed tool sinks into the dictionary
lifting syllables up into the light?
what of that gardener
who has fallen off the clay piedmont
onto the sandy coastal plain?
(it looked the same till the shovel sank in)
will these poems translate?
will that blueberry bush, who was
limping along year to year,
thrive in this different soil?
20210604 for the challenge at Earthweal, where we look at the work of earthpoetry.
20210610 added to https://dverse.com for open link night. Check out our other poets!
This poem is a treasure map
This poem is rain
An undeniable can opener
For tinned hearts
This poem is creme
For that deep soul pain
This poem can be. (Anything)
Found amongst Lascaux arts
20210603
A prompt by Ms Quickly https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2021/06/03/ars-poetica/
Tete Katicia said
Those wild brown turkey figs are not ones we should
Be eating, It’s the green ones that are good
And they were magnificent
Hanging off the tree like breasts
Such a sweet softness beneath the skin
The very best ones had leaked their
Nectar in the night and congealed
Glinting like amber in the morning light
20210601
For the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/01/poetics-how-to-cut-a-pomegranate/ inspired by How to Cut a Pomegranate by Imtiaz Dharker
What is it that keeps this bird in its cage
Why is it this baby screams all the day long?
Teach me, little one
I’ve tried to be heard but talked my throat hoarse
Help me remember, approach the world with curiosity and wonder
20210531
Days roll by with few words, or vignettes blink and are gone, till a prompt stirs and letters fall like rain, and a puddle begins to make sense. A quadrille for the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/31/quadrille-129-a-curiosity-of-poems/
