Bright snow tips tree tops
Toward bursting emerald Spring
All are ready .... Come! ♥
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Hope
Skipping in her summer dress
through green grassed
yellow daisies
singing wishes
to a blown bare
dandelion
certain someone hears
through green grassed
yellow daisies
singing wishes
to a blown bare
dandelion
certain someone hears
Labels:
For Poets United-Hope
The Big Lie
The knowing creeping up
the naked spine, a fingertip
of spectral ice quite undivine
that drains, exchanges all that was there
for a wake of bottomless hollow despair
beside tsunamied humility helpless care
tossed as flotsam, splintered self importance
invisibly asunder, churning there
the days, the life, the memories and free will
obliterated, disposable, expendable on the spectral swill
the naked spine, a fingertip
of spectral ice quite undivine
that drains, exchanges all that was there
for a wake of bottomless hollow despair
beside tsunamied humility helpless care
tossed as flotsam, splintered self importance
invisibly asunder, churning there
the days, the life, the memories and free will
obliterated, disposable, expendable on the spectral swill
Labels:
poets Inited BIG
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Four-Year- Old-Murdered-Kaitlin. ( reposted for Poets United)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Labels: Kaitlin Saturday, September 25,
Sunday, July 25, 2010
FOUR-YEAR-OLD-KAITLIN JONES (reposted for Poets United)
The body of four year old Kaitlin Jones found today
Mutilated, raped, and murdered in unknown order
Kaitlin had been missing for three weeks
Police had called in the FBI after an Amber Alert failed and no leads uncovered
A search party had been organized by friends and family
Her mother screamed when night fell and Kaitlin was not found
It had been expected the strong-willed little girl was hiding
Kaitlin had been under the care of Dr. Goode, PhD and categorized as
oppositional defiant
Her grandfather thought she was just a little girl who knew what
she did and did not want
But even he had to agree that something was wrong when Kaitlin was not found in any
of her secret places where she often stayed for hours on
her own
The family was never under suspicion of any foul play
Neighbors responded to the mother’s screams, coming together
in their nightclothes
Making coffee, flyers and organizing search parties, some brought their untrained dogs on long leashes, others stayed with the family
keeping up a stream of platitudes
The day Kaitlin disappeared she had been given
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
with the crusts on and the jelly rather than the peanut butter on top
Kaitlin had fallen to the floor shocking the new baby-sitter with her
melt-down
A moment later she ran from the kitchen into her room and slammed the door
Kaitlin’s room was on the ground floor
In case of such a melt-down, the baby-sitter had been instructed to let Kaitlin “be”
No one noticed four-year-old Kaitlin climb from her window
and drop
to the ground
Where she ran across the field toward the wooded
hiking trail that snaked into the woods
Along the highway unseen but heard
rushing in the distance
beyond the trees
Where a young man had parked his car, walked for a while and waited for
something to happen - Like
a four-year-old girl who didn’t like her peanut butter and jelly sandwich
(note: for those not familiar with the "inverted pyramid form the most important details are in the first lines moving in descending level of consequence)
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Labels: Kaitlin Saturday, September 25,
Sunday, July 25, 2010
FOUR-YEAR-OLD-KAITLIN JONES (reposted for Poets United)
The body of four year old Kaitlin Jones found today
Mutilated, raped, and murdered in unknown order
Kaitlin had been missing for three weeks
Police had called in the FBI after an Amber Alert failed and no leads uncovered
A search party had been organized by friends and family
Her mother screamed when night fell and Kaitlin was not found
It had been expected the strong-willed little girl was hiding
Kaitlin had been under the care of Dr. Goode, PhD and categorized as
oppositional defiant
Her grandfather thought she was just a little girl who knew what
she did and did not want
But even he had to agree that something was wrong when Kaitlin was not found in any
of her secret places where she often stayed for hours on
her own
The family was never under suspicion of any foul play
Neighbors responded to the mother’s screams, coming together
in their nightclothes
Making coffee, flyers and organizing search parties, some brought their untrained dogs on long leashes, others stayed with the family
keeping up a stream of platitudes
The day Kaitlin disappeared she had been given
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
with the crusts on and the jelly rather than the peanut butter on top
Kaitlin had fallen to the floor shocking the new baby-sitter with her
melt-down
A moment later she ran from the kitchen into her room and slammed the door
Kaitlin’s room was on the ground floor
In case of such a melt-down, the baby-sitter had been instructed to let Kaitlin “be”
No one noticed four-year-old Kaitlin climb from her window
and drop
to the ground
Where she ran across the field toward the wooded
hiking trail that snaked into the woods
Along the highway unseen but heard
rushing in the distance
beyond the trees
Where a young man had parked his car, walked for a while and waited for
something to happen - Like
a four-year-old girl who didn’t like her peanut butter and jelly sandwich
(note: for those not familiar with the "inverted pyramid form the most important details are in the first lines moving in descending level of consequence)
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Like Violets
Velvet you lifted
a tiny pot from
the windowsill high
above, brushed petal
to cheek and in
transported loamy
lushness opened
yet another wonderland
door
a tiny pot from
the windowsill high
above, brushed petal
to cheek and in
transported loamy
lushness opened
yet another wonderland
door
Labels:
Poets united
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Your Hand
Long ago I traced those knuckles
Of that hand lying quietly
Slung over my shoulder
At the end of your muscled forearm
Arched in delight as it brushed my cheek,
Grazed my newly offered breast
Long ago I traced those knuckles
Of that hand, wiped away my blood
With a cold wetted white cloth
Held ice to purpling bruises
Raising in the aftermath of the
Silencing of some words not
To your liking
Long ago I traced those knuckles
Cajoling caterwauling regret
Back through rage, back through passion
To lie quiet and protective over
my shoulder in the circle of your strength
Of that hand lying quietly
Slung over my shoulder
At the end of your muscled forearm
Arched in delight as it brushed my cheek,
Grazed my newly offered breast
Long ago I traced those knuckles
Of that hand, wiped away my blood
With a cold wetted white cloth
Held ice to purpling bruises
Raising in the aftermath of the
Silencing of some words not
To your liking
Long ago I traced those knuckles
Cajoling caterwauling regret
Back through rage, back through passion
To lie quiet and protective over
my shoulder in the circle of your strength
Labels:
"Get Real - Poetry Project"
On The Breath of Apricots
In the bed of crisp white sheets
You slipped
A silver haired overlay
Of that raven haired
Hero of all things new
Arms resting on the bleached coverlet
Seen by others as skeletal and fading
I sung Sweet Chariot to you
White horses coming
As you redolent of turpentine and oils
Had taught and sung with me long ago
Just for this day
Curled quiet within the calliope
Of the childhood carousel
Turning to catch another
Glimpse of you as the music
Whirled, dust motes danced
In the slanting summer light
Waiting for you to leap
Fearless onto the still moving platform
To carry me in young powerful arms
Back to solid ground, back home
The laughter of children
Pure in the fading tinkle of the calliope
In the bed of crisp white sheets
My hand on the stopped beat
In your stilled chest
Your lips cooling
As you exhaled apricots
In the slanting summer sun
You slipped
A silver haired overlay
Of that raven haired
Hero of all things new
Arms resting on the bleached coverlet
Seen by others as skeletal and fading
I sung Sweet Chariot to you
White horses coming
As you redolent of turpentine and oils
Had taught and sung with me long ago
Just for this day
Curled quiet within the calliope
Of the childhood carousel
Turning to catch another
Glimpse of you as the music
Whirled, dust motes danced
In the slanting summer light
Waiting for you to leap
Fearless onto the still moving platform
To carry me in young powerful arms
Back to solid ground, back home
The laughter of children
Pure in the fading tinkle of the calliope
In the bed of crisp white sheets
My hand on the stopped beat
In your stilled chest
Your lips cooling
As you exhaled apricots
In the slanting summer sun
Labels:
"Get Real - Poetry Project"
May the earth stay still, the waters retreat, and the healing begin ♥ 5 Haiku
tsunami waters
terrorize the mind and heart
flooded with nightmare
~
in the new dawn call
the infants safe and hungry
as mothers milk flows
~
in morning sun shine
blossoms float innocently
on bloated bodies
~
delicate lotus
blossom torn assunder float
on life's churning detrus
~
turn from the special effects
tintillated destruction
sickened now by truth
~
terrorize the mind and heart
flooded with nightmare
~
in the new dawn call
the infants safe and hungry
as mothers milk flows
~
in morning sun shine
blossoms float innocently
on bloated bodies
~
delicate lotus
blossom torn assunder float
on life's churning detrus
~
turn from the special effects
tintillated destruction
sickened now by truth
~
Labels:
Tsunami Haiku
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