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General Poetry Poetry- April 26, 2015

SPRING

Spring jumps out from behind winter. Even though we know she’s hiding there we are still delighted when she appears. We never tire of her run-away smile and warm persona. She dances the rumba one step forward, two steps back. Never seems to mind being the opening act for sold-out summer! …

General Poetry Poetry- April 23, 2015

2015

My once nomadic mind has lost its tent, moved into a closet. I return, return, return to the phone in my hand looking for substance. No eyes for butterflies or clouds. Owned by Smart Phone and not smart enough to turn the damn thing off! …

General Poetry Poetry- April 23, 2015

ANSWERS

If only I had answers I would spatter them like rain …. quench the “not knowing” drought, relax in a silky puddle of bliss. “Should I?” crouches dark-eyed drags shadowed indecision through my days. If only I had answers I would sing louder, stop the worry, start to live, be different … happy maybe. If only I had answers! …

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

ASSUMPTIONS

We should bury our assumptions. I’m talking full-scale, full regalia funeral … teak wood coffin, hand carved with the faces of the fallen; those who did not measure up to pre-planned notions in our dramas. Mute assumptions lurk behind our words, always introduced, after the party is over. Here is the guillotine line: “I thought YOU, of all people, would know THAT, about ME!! So the head of that constitute is lobbed into the basket labeled, X’s. Oh the life…

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

AWAKE

When we find out things about ourselves, uncover blind stitches in our truth, threads held together by anger for a long time, it all comes unraveled. There is something gentle in awareness, soft, relaxed. Black-eye lists turn to ashes in bright light. Amen, amen, amen, amen … Mad floats away in transparent bubbles of understanding. …

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

BALANCING ACT

Between the stars and mundance cash flow, tightropes are the access routes our only transportation … Unless of course, we learn to FLY! …

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

THE PACT

We swore to banish lies, vowed slingshot truth. With sober oaths to real boysenberry johnnycakes and homemade cottage cheese, we were stalwart advocates of authenticity. We made nearsighted promises. Neither of us noticed meany-mind hobgoblins sprouting out of each straight forward, well intended observation. We beat each other half-to-death with blunt verbiage. We named it honesty but an ugly duckling hatched, truth is: critique kills sunflowers. Od to the peevish pledge to rational romance. It turned us into tedious, fretful…

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

THE DARK ROOM

We are balloons … bumping around in a dark room with the fan on high. Dog-eared logic says, “Living blind” must have purpose since “Pin the tail on the donkey” appears to be the game we came to play. I could tell juicy stories about forays in forbidden bushes, feeling full of hope for finding just the place to pin my tail. If we could hang out in my living room most certainly the stories of our hunt for purpose would entertain. There…

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

PROBLEMS

Braided in corn rows problems embrace reasons. Like a brides wedding hair they interlace in patterns, one cannot exist without the other. So should we take one half of the equation out, reason … the problem disappears. …

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

THE “OTHER”

I first saw you when I was seven, in the lilacs behind the house. You looked like a gypsy. I followed your barefoot prints into deep water … Color had to save me! Red reached out, jerked me back from drowning in too-tight places. You pulled your painted wagon into my heart set up camp, waited for me through the drama years. I finally learned I could say “No” … It took a long itme. The jingle of your bracelets…

Poetry Poetry about the arts- April 22, 2015

CREATION

Open the window – Snap the sash up let the fizz pour in. Welcome neon feet that skip in carbonated chaos leak light under the dark door waltz naked in your tidy room! Swing a pulsing garden hose around your careful head, squirt possibilities in all directions. Let thrills run down your decorated walls to puddle in forbidden places, pale two-way mirrors reflecting back the “other” you, (Ipona’s wild fairy daughter you disowned at twelve years old. Fill hollow bones…

General Poetry Poetry- April 22, 2015

HERITAGE

Because great grandma was an English lady, we all learned table manners. It was encoded in the blood line, an invisable directive from the past. No matter the tin cups we had for drinking. Poor did not excuse bad table manners. …… So when my grandaughter questioned all the flury around holding forks and cutting tiny pieces, I explained, “You want to know how to eat properly when the queen invites you to tea.” Fast forward some years, my grandaughter…

Poetry Poetry about the arts- April 22, 2015

POET

Speak mystic magpie. Call Raven, Crow and Hen to fire the feminine. Red painted nails flick sticky words at art, chase down metaphor’s with a staple gun. One stone drops to the bottom of fifty years, sends round messages returning on themselves, spins drama from perception’s spider silk. She rewrites her resume’ impurpetuity, maid, mama, artist, gardner, grandma, goddess, lover, indian chief, expert, in charge of crop circles …… alias; Poet. …

Poetry Poetry about the arts- April 20, 2015

POET’S BLOCK

Beg heaven, rattle the right side of my curly brain …. call forth potent words, wild phrases that scare wiley foxes from the bushes. Abstract clattering rolls like marbles on dark staircase. My grounded ear detects wild horses on red-carpeted horizons. Star-ladder pulls me left and right too tall to balance …. like a staggering drunk on the highest rung, I swoon in dizzy circles. Butterfly net in one hand, apple picker in the other …. my catching tools extended…

Poetry Poetry about the arts- April 20, 2015

PAINTER/POET

Color paints eyes in the back of my head. Mixed crowds of possibility push for front row seats. Promiscuous glazes marry with explosive abstract consequences. Pens point at lines and circles sacred geometry calls Yin to dance on fragile line. Yang, sings A minor chord in a booming colbalt background. COLOR SWOONS AT SPEED OF LIGHT Poet flings words thick as starlings darting through the holes in logic, splashing holy vowels on paper. Imagination drops it’s yellow feathers on the…

Poetry Poetry about the arts- April 11, 2015

THE ARTIST’S BRUSH

A brush breathes under water happy, in a fistful of ethnic diversity. Angled flats, brights, rounds and liners cannot wait to run screaming into a sea of cobalt blue, roll with abandon in fields of hooker green, toss color, like mad fragrance onto wide-open canvas, celebrate turquoise afternoons and madder red mornings. Kiss the neighbors, fling umber, raw sienna, Aztec brown across a white washed fence. Stroke antique rugs, splashed with speckled jewels and roses onto grainy fabric. How lucky…

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