every time I plug it in
yellow green orange and red
blobs like Jello set hard in
a sturdy Frigidaire
this light reminds me of the day
Dad and I shopped and he
let me choose
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Weather Forecast
another winter's day
lived under a feverish haze
accompanied by
copious quantities
of soggy tissues
lived under a feverish haze
accompanied by
copious quantities
of soggy tissues
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tangled Up in Blue
Bob says it ...
keepin' on like the bird that flew
how can it be that he's nearly 70
years
old and
I'm still 17?
keepin' on like the bird that flew
how can it be that he's nearly 70
years
old and
I'm still 17?
Winter, Ever Cold
tree
branch
snaps
blue
sky
shivers
branch
snaps
blue
sky
shivers
Missing Puppy
I am mindful that she is gone
but my body forgets --
feet avoid the place
where her metal dish sat on the kitchen floor,
fingers reach to scratch her satin-soft ears
nothing's there but me and the empty air
but my body forgets --
feet avoid the place
where her metal dish sat on the kitchen floor,
fingers reach to scratch her satin-soft ears
nothing's there but me and the empty air
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Multi-tasking
tasks spin in my weary mind
each one sharp and pointed
armed with an emery board,
I reach carefully and file
off their edges
each one sharp and pointed
armed with an emery board,
I reach carefully and file
off their edges
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Other Voices
warm corner in the pub
on a January full-moon night
poets read
heart-words constructions
that are clever, twisted, eerily honest
Tom, dead-pan, points a finger at
South America, drones on about
sheets with an actual thread count,
coffee beans of various size and heritage and
how best to grind them
and, as faces around the table
dissolve into helpless tears of laughter,
he teaches how to make a tedious poem
hilarious
on a January full-moon night
poets read
heart-words constructions
that are clever, twisted, eerily honest
Tom, dead-pan, points a finger at
South America, drones on about
sheets with an actual thread count,
coffee beans of various size and heritage and
how best to grind them
and, as faces around the table
dissolve into helpless tears of laughter,
he teaches how to make a tedious poem
hilarious
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
three at random
Power of Vision
my young eyes saw
everything
sweet, rainbow-candy
coloured
these old eyes now,
even with glasses,
see only sour grey
Winter Storm
roads rutted salty brown
unintentional curves
veer at
right angles up the hill
all the town vehicles
struggle today
Priorities
no one heard
the old woman's cries
when she got lost
in the suburbs at 3 am, -25C
but they all say
they should have heard
her fingernails
scratching across
car door paint
regardless,
they were all too late
Saturday, January 15, 2011
It's Easy But ...
there's a certain energy
required
for
singing
oxygen pushed through
diaphragm
up into vocal chords
issuing joyfully into
grateful airspace
but ya gotta mean it
Friday, January 14, 2011
playing catch-up
-25C morning
tear drop frost
on naked birch
we shiver together
in the cold
What Is Your Problem
customer service
two words, just words
once, just once
how great would it be
to get a SORRY, WE GOOFED
response from someone
you had paid for something
instead of
YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG
tear drop frost
on naked birch
we shiver together
in the cold
What Is Your Problem
customer service
two words, just words
once, just once
how great would it be
to get a SORRY, WE GOOFED
response from someone
you had paid for something
instead of
YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Words Around a Fire
there's no changing
people
you may be convinced
that you're right
but so are they
people
you may be convinced
that you're right
but so are they
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Hand Map
Continental liver spots
Sahara desert wrinkles
these are hands that have
travelled
Sahara desert wrinkles
these are hands that have
travelled
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Long-Time Sweater, Part II
cat purrs contentedly
in her nest of
burgundy yarn
in her nest of
burgundy yarn
Sunday, January 9, 2011
This Sweater Might Take a While
easy, the pattern says:
*P2, K2tog, yo, K2 repeat from *, end P2
then
K2 *P2tog, yo, P2, K2, repeat from *
got all that ... forgotten, though, how
easily distracted I can be
'round here
and I've ripped the darn thing out
twice already
*P2, K2tog, yo, K2 repeat from *, end P2
then
K2 *P2tog, yo, P2, K2, repeat from *
got all that ... forgotten, though, how
easily distracted I can be
'round here
and I've ripped the darn thing out
twice already
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A Gift
out of moist soil in the
Yucca pot
a green shoot
new growth from the roots?
no ....
someone pushed a
garlic bud in there
at Christmas time
Yucca pot
a green shoot
new growth from the roots?
no ....
someone pushed a
garlic bud in there
at Christmas time
Friday, January 7, 2011
Winter's Back
white-icing sugar clouds
weep powdery tears
I've cleared the car off
three times today
weep powdery tears
I've cleared the car off
three times today
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Defeat
teenage hockey stars
melt-down against
exuberant Russians
Canada settles for silver
melt-down against
exuberant Russians
Canada settles for silver
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
A Bird in Winter
Pileated Woodpecker
glides above my head
white under-feathers bright
he lands on a birch branch
bends to listen
there are no bugs
he swoops off into the forest
still searching for lunch
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
RIP Briezel Pugh
her years of
bounce, barks and licks,
and unconditional love
lie heart-stilled
in a cardboard box
there's a hole in our world today
bounce, barks and licks,
and unconditional love
lie heart-stilled
in a cardboard box
there's a hole in our world today
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sick Puppy
our old dog
wheezes and pants
wrapped in a blanket
she'll be seeing the vet soon
wheezes and pants
wrapped in a blanket
she'll be seeing the vet soon
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Things That Come in Sleep
life is a strand
of yarn
unraveled
in sleep,
whisper thin threads
electrically attract
and fires begin to burn
memory
sputters, crackles
and turns to ash
of yarn
unraveled
in sleep,
whisper thin threads
electrically attract
and fires begin to burn
memory
sputters, crackles
and turns to ash
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Twisted Weather
December snow
melted by
January rain
the new year begins with
drip, drip, drip
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