is there anything
sadder on July the 4th
than a thunderstorm?
unused, the fireworks
await clear skies for glory
and rockets’ red glare.
distant crack sounds near
weather or firecracker’s boom?
bombs bursting in air.
Peace, people!
Category: Poetry
Serious Man at Barnes and Noble
it’s easy to spot
the serious gentleman
he’s notating joyce.
a pen in one hand
he scribbles in the margins
frowning all the while.
can he not see that
frowning creases his forehead?
oh, i suppose not.
Smiled
He smiled
I ducked my head.
he spoke
i can’t remember
what he said.
it was probably
just hello or
maybe a simple hi.
whatever it was
opened up a whole
new world in the
blink of an eye.
love starts that way,
you know
when you least
expect it.
it’s real all the
same and sometimes
lasts forever.
Scatterbrained
walked into the bedroom
stopped beside the dresser
something nagged inside my head
what was it i was there for?
left the room, went down the hall
thinking all the way
whatever might i have needed
in the middle of the day?
glasses i had on my nose
sandals on my feet
ipod was in my left hand
cranking a steady beat.
passed the mirror in the hall
oh, now my lapse was clear!
i’m naked as a jaybird
and should cover my derrierre.
In Case You Forget
Yellow winged fairy
perched gently on buttercups
delicate beauty.
Loveliness knows not
the emotions it evokes
like butterfly wings.
We watched a swallowtail yesterday evening. It was engaged in a frolic we could not understand, flirting with drops of water remaining after a thunderstorm.
The darned thing was lovely in every sense of the word–brilliantly yellow, graced with wispy wings edged in black, graceful in flight–yet completely oblivious to our admiration, and unaware of its own beauty.
Don’t forget, we are all beautiful. You are beautiful.
Peace, people!
Dialing
on rotary dial phones
zeroes caused existential angst
why, oh why did it take so long
to call a favored friend?
our own first number as a
married pair, 935-5000, swell,
we were stuck in zero hell.
remember party lines? so romantic did they seem,
and lettered exchange names: YUkon-9, PEnnsylvania-7, BUtterfield-8
before area codes took their place.
sentimentality aside, one fact stands alone:
no motorists died whilst talking on
a rotary telephone.
Ride Haiku
rising asphalt road
curving, banked, accelerate
grooving in the zone.
Peace, people!
Spoilers
A week behind on all my shows
yet i know who’s dead and who lives.
Still i cannot wait to see an episode
to confirm the news. What gives?
Perhaps i believe my viewing will
restore these characters to life
Or that by being there for an epic scene
i can somehow relieve their strife.
Spoilers only spur me on to observe
the riveting details:
Did his eyes blink, or his hands twitch;
has he lived to tell the tale?
Social media be damned, talking heads ignored.
in spite of you i’ll tune in
And find myself shocked beyond belief
when John Snow meets his end.
Or did he?
Peace, people!
Conflict
she sees the flag of the south as a symbol of her heritage;
i see it as a symbol of racism and slavery.
she sees freedom of religion as a Christian ideal;
i see it as freedom for everyone, excepting none.
she sees life in blacks and whites;
i see it in colors of the rainbow.
we are friends, but occasionally our words grow heated, our beliefs clash.
i despise conflict, but i refuse to run from it.
Peace, people.
Seduction or Ode to a Peach
round, sweet
pink, firmly soft
easy on the eyes
heaven on the lips
let me fill myself with
your summer scent
with all the beauty
you possess.
Peach, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 