Day 13. NaPoWriMo 2016 - "A clean conscience is a soft pillow." Fortune cookie

A clean conscience is a soft pillow.

On crisp white linen

he lay - his children

one on each side -

silver hair combed

with cologne –cool

inside a hot August

day - sunlight faded

he slept – softly –

forever

clean 

Day 15. NaPoWriMo 2016 - Doubles - "That Other Girl"

That Other Girl

Across the sea

was she I en-

visioned her in

a green field

wearing wooden

clogs – we were

the same she and

me – nine years

old staring at the

sky inhaling the sea

salt and wondering

what the other me

picking daisies would

eventually come to be…

PAD -DAY 8 - Sonlighted - Urbanot

Urbanot

Have you felt the thrum of

New York City – the pave-

ment vibrates –the air aches

electric energy – merging 

into single breath -moving

millions together -ones, duos,

groups - alone and together

all as one coalesced thrum -

Have you felt that thrum of

New York City – impressed 

concreted glory - lush as any

vined verdant jungle teeming 

torrid lurching life  – the energy

a thronging citizen  – bustling 

around the edge of an eye -

stop –and feel feet tingle -
palpable standing on the beam
of this sailboat city cutting lines
in the wind through the shimmered
water lapping its shores– It was
from here -from teeming, ever -
moving mass of thrumming energy
I took you –mere feather of filamented
notion secreted somewhere between
head, heart and soul and fled into the

soaring sky - dropping to calm - into

turquoise sea and spun sugar sand -
-  in time to lay you as a

mother turtle secrets her

precious one in the warmth
of shore until you burst bundled
best of coalesced collected best
of thrum -burst shimmering the 

frangipani calm – dancing into
open arms – against my bursting

breasts as hummingbirds whirled

sipping sugar from hibiscus blooms

and each day in splendiferous sigh

unfurled – you my urbanot infant

thrummed

peace
love
life

PAD DAY 8 - Sonlighted - Urbanot

Urbanot

I took you while you
were but a filament
of thought blowing
through my mind
took you from the
thrum of car and
boundless energy
of millions of souls
quickly walking
cement pavement
I took you my
intrepid filament
to the turquoise sea
to white spun sugar
sand to shine your
manifested light –
born to verdant calm
of frangipani night –
sacred held against
my bursting breasts as
hummingbirds whirled
sipping sugar
as each day a
splendid sigh
unfurled
unurbuned

APRIL PAD CHALLENGE - Day 2. - He Said / She said

In August 

He said tucked in on immaculate linen
“When”
She said sitting on her knees on his bed
‘I don’t know”
He slept for a while
She curled next to him
put her hand under his
She sang Phantom’s – magic of the night
He said
“When”
She said “You know more about this than I”
He slept … she sang every song he had taught
her since she learned to speak … she combed
cologne through his hair – to kill the scent of
rotted apricots … He said … “Hope after a lifetime
you’re not waiting for last words ”
She didn’t need to say “No.”
She remembered the violin concerto he played for her
from a box of small red records … she heard the music –
he lifted his arms conducting in time with her rhythm
He didn’t need to ask ‘When”
as his hands fell folded on his chest
She didn’t need to say “Now Daddy.”
That’s just the way it is sometimes
If you’re both very very lucky in life,
in love, in leaving on a grace note …

April PAD Challenge - Day 2. He said. She said. (They said...)

They said...

He said, "Hello Mother, well we do need to talk about her."
She said, listening to his trembling voice "I am delighted."
He said, "I am not sure if I want to marry but will you love her?"
She said, "How can I love her if you do not know you want her?"
He said, "Mother, you are being difficult."
She said, her heart lurching -"Let us begin again."
He said  "Mother I never knew you to be this way."
She said "What way?"her voice filling-spilling tears.
He said,  "I always thought you'd be there for me."
She said, "I am."
He said, "It is just because you are not getting your own way."
She said, hearing an unknown coldness crack their air, "What way?"
He said,  "She said it would go like this - and I did not believe her."
She said,  "What way?"
She said,  "What way?"
He said, nothing at all.

PAD. Day 1. Foolish Poem - " Free Falling Fool"

Free Falling Fool

there I was the little girl
with the big dark eyes
an old soul they said
too grown for child-
hood games by age
four or five – finding
the very word ‘child’
insulting – being a
fool not for me –
foolishness just
that and pushed
to the side –
laughter polite
and preferably
behind a polite
hand – for there
was lush music
and boundless
books and art
and of course
laying flat on
hot pavement
watching an ant
make its way
carrying a crumb
important lessons
to be learned – I
saved foolishness
for now – as I free
fall into its swirl
hungry to eat
each welcome
mouthful with
a spoon now
that it and I
are properly
aged and
simply
delectable.

only to be read

only to be read...

written the name in the ripple of water -

in the pebbles in the hand of a small child

tossed skittering in the air ... written the

name in the phantoms melted in risen day-

light - filamented words floating as smoke 

across the face of the moon smiling - in the 

crooked limbs of the three who lead straight

to the shimmered Source of one and all - 

each and every - written the name - to read -

to be - to call out in the chorused clamor of 

connection collected in a common language 

of peace - of joy - of love - written the name ....

that needs no name ...

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Consigned to collapse - they stand

Starlight-Fangirl

Consigned to collapse – they stand

they stand – what were they -whirling

atoms - consigned somehow to those

particular bodies – they stand – con-

signed by the virulence of unholiest

hatred to the edge of collapse –some

to tumble over – they stand –some in

the soft dust of ash - some stumbling

through the finally opened gates –they

stand -some now flown to shine – star-

light in the sky – they return pushing

stones from their graves born to tell a

story that should have been but a tale

of caution – they stand strong and tall

their line circling this world – the Source

shining in the eyes of the newly born –

They stand – the cycle of self continues

their atoms inviolate and firm – perhaps

one or two floating off to still a hand lifted

in hatred – a heart aching in loss – they

stand behind us, with us, before us –

watching-

standing

They…

Oblivion

Oblivion  

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-

errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers

hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft

velvet child and then another spin away - the

Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-

still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call

to each of their small spun sugar children now

soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -

bon voyage ...