Friday, August 25, 2017

So Far Away

So ~ you've been making love to me ten thousand miles away ~  how tantalizing.


Griffin & Sabine ~ An Extraordinary Correspondence
Nick Bantock


I see you in the morning sun
And in the moonlight beams.
I see you on a sandy beach
And in my nightly dreams.

I hear you, touch you, taste you
My every sense you please.
I feel you all around me
In the gentle evening breeze.


For Real Toads
Page thirteen




Friday, August 11, 2017

Unseen

Write a poem about something you can’t see fully. Whether it’s the sea monster draped in darkness or just the silhouette of a lover blotted out by the sun, we are all intrigued with the details that exist but escape our sights. 



this is me
the me you cannot see
the me you do not know

I always thought I would be
hard to leave
now I see the opposite is true

you live in a bubble
unavailable to me
to you

why could I not see
getting into the bubble
or getting you out was futile


Thursday, July 13, 2017

Hot Stuff

For the Toads



I’m dead I’m gone
(One tiny Glitch)
Of this I am quite sure
Landed in a no-fly zone
Karma is a bitch



Thursday, June 29, 2017

Lighter Than Air

For Karin & The Toads


Karin Gustafson ~ Artist


swing your gal
up off the ground
swing your lady
round and round
meet your partner
bow down low
promenade
and do-si-do

three steps forward
back again
kiss your partner
mind that grin
allemande left
allemande right
lighter than air
now hold her tight


I wrote this four years ago ~ 
when I saw Karin's artwork, 
I had an urge to revisit it.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Lost

~~  let’s muse on invisibility, what does it feel like to be invisible?




I dream in technicolor
in every imaginable shade
tint and tone

when I no longer dream in color
I will lose my imagination

when I have lost my imagination
I will lose my memories

when I have lost my memories
I will become invisible

... cease to exist






Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Shrove Tuesday

I enjoy posting this each year on Shrove Tuesday ~ Pancake Day!


I think that I shall never see
A pancake paired with Cornish Tea

A fresh baked scone with clotted cream
Yes it's a Roman Catholic's dream

Shrove Tuesday / Pancake Day is here
Confession time ~ nothing to fear

Saint Pancake says it's meant to be
Feast first and then a fast for me

Pancakes to last the whole day long
I need the carbs to keep me strong

Through forty days and forty nights
A Lenten season marked by rites

Then with a flourish it will end
Rebirth the message that we send

And back to what was meant to be
Pancakes with my Cornish Tea





.. with apologies to Joyce Kilmer





Saturday, February 25, 2017

Teacher, Teacher!!




E)  All of the above

A, B, C or D
do not leave it up to me
data input clogs my brain
choosing is a royal pain.

Essay questions simply best
words and syntax ample test
do not place me in a box
one with rules and irksome locks.

No more choices, make things right
let my thoughts and words take flight
A, B, C or D
really not my cup of tea.


Sunday, January 22, 2017

Voices I Hear




ugly divisive 
voices separate us ..
state of our union





Thursday, December 8, 2016

Heels in Bed



Heels in Bed


Tonight …
I am your fantasy
in heels.

Tell me now ...
do my shoes turn you on?

Tonight …
 smooth, toned legs
wrap round yours.

Tell me now …
you will never leave!

Tonight …
I am wild woman
in hot pink stilettos.

inhibition set free
all yours.





Saturday, November 26, 2016

The River



River Sunrise - Lothlorien - Large Giclee Print
http://amityfarmbatik.com/   ~~~   Carol Law Conklin, Artist




find your own stretch of river ..

your own peace of mind.

be tender with yourself

along the fragile places ..

careful not to slip, lose balance.








Friday, October 28, 2016

It's Time

I post this poem each year during the World Series ~ what better way to describe the "feel" of Fall!



The Series

When summer fun has ended
and autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
for the "greatest show of all"

Frenzied fans will pack the stands
they'll scream and shout and cheer
it's time for the World Series
the best games of the year

Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs - nine innings 
or 'till the game is done

Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps can leave no doubt

And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something,
 something quite profound

For Real Toads




Saturday, October 22, 2016

Fun With Words




I am here
so where are you -
Said you’d come
By half past two!

What the hell
Now here I wait -
You stood me up
For our first date!

Do I care
No not a whit -
You’re not worth it
Not one bit!

I'm movin’ on
Usin’ my list -
Quite a long one
Get my gist?

You missed out
I’ve gotta say -
Next in line
Come make my day!

Friday, October 21, 2016

"Forever Young"

"May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay f
orever young"





old is just around the corner
just around the bend
within my line of sight

I approach, shoulders back
head held high, undaunted
laughing all the way










Monday, October 10, 2016

Splash of Red and Gold


Jaime Weatherford

we met 
in that time of the year
when trees sleep and flowers die.
found our rhythm amidst
laughing aspens 
whispering pines
falling leaves of red and gold.
autumn's light slowly faded 
sun's angle too low for nourishment
 we lost our rhythm .. drifted apart.









Sunday, October 2, 2016

Flash 55


 ~~ space and how it is utilized in both living and/or work places.

Charlie Dehner



We flirted with words, acted on impulse (ever so playfully at first.) Words that flew back and forth though space, across time zones, continents, oceans.  Connected on a deep level  without eye contact, casual touch, body language. Stories, histories, likes, dislikes. We shared tragedy and triumph.  Space and time ultimately ended us.  I miss you.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Gone

 K├Ąthe Kollwitz, "Frau mit totem Kind" (1903)


I watch
as sunlight makes its way
across a room
devoid of color, 
coffee this morning
for one instead of two
walk in our garden
gaze at flowers 
I promised to tend 
a thousand times
perform mundane tasks
one learns after 
years of togetherness
if only it mattered











Friday, June 17, 2016

Talking About The Weather


Fifteenth of June
Two thousand sixteen
Snow’s on our mountains
I'll set the scene.

Low temps, cool breezes
Weather is fine
Bathed in the fragrance of
Sagebrush and pine.

Scant rain and thunder
Humidity’s low
Everyone’s laid back
We 'Go with the flow.'

Craft beers and food carts
Music outside
Bend is my hometown
It’s where I reside.

Cycles and kayaks
Paddle boards, kites
Camping and fishing
Clear, starry nights.

We live in a paradise
Everyone knows
Basking in sweet warmth
Before wintry snows!






Monday, May 16, 2016

No More




I cannot remember 
the lovely times we shared
save for a few

(I know them by heart)

there is no more of me to give
nothing left 
for you to squander 


Tuesday, April 26, 2016

First Avenue

Back in the 80s before Prince launched a tour, he rehearsed at First Avenue, no fanfare.  We learned about these rehearsals via telephone calls ~ landlines, no cells! 




greyhound bus station 
{ back in the day }
sweet venue lying in wait
for Prince, Tina,The Revolution

we were the 'splurge generation'
on our feet screaming for more
{ needing a fix }
music our drug of choice


Sunday, March 20, 2016

Magpie 309

Street Smarts


photo by Damien Derouene




taking it to the street
nice move Dad
use those pieces well
for all the world to see
confess you want to win
but show them
you can accept defeat 
with grace






Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Magpie 307


Cesar Santos

heading to art class
palette in hand
I am the model ~
buff, svelte and tan.

Inviting the novice
professionals too
genre of painting ~
I don't have a clue.

Clothes are no option
the subject is nudes
red-faced and squirming ~
don't be such prudes.

Tonight we paint daring
whatever we choose
abstract, impression ~
let me be your muse.




Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Memories .. A Return To Memory Care



Pied Piper

I feel like the Pied Piper among fragile humans
Needing cues from their pasts to bring
Smiles to their faces
Light to their eyes
Music is the key ~
I can bring back memories of long ago 
When they were happy and carefree
When joy and freedom reigned
When images of their futures could not be fathomed



The Journey to Dinner

I watch them as their day comes to a close
The continuous shuffling of bodies and souls
Some of them walking unaided
Some of them walking assisted
Some of them being pushed in chairs
The familiar journey to a room
Most of them can’t recall from day to day
I wonder 
Will he or she be there the next time I visit
I’ve grown so fond of them all




Can You Forget Me

If you see my face every day, can you forget me
If I touch your face, hold your hands, can you forget me
If I talk to you of long ago, awaken memories in a mind that’s fading, can you forget me
If I sing the hymns that express your faith,
 can you forget me
If I walk with you in the sun and gentle breeze,
can you forget me … only time will tell




Time

No need for clocks
No need for watches
Death comes on its own time frame
Like a thief 
In the dark of the night 
Stealing your most precious possession





Aftermath

I wander the halls
Look for signs of Mother
Something left behind
A photo displayed
Any tangible proof she was here 
Workers greet me with smiles and hugs
They know how sad I am
They are sad too
This becomes the proof 
I need to sustain me




Sunday, January 24, 2016

That's Life


Francesca Woodman


we
spiral
twist
whirl
 unfurl
then
ashes
ashes
we
all
fall 
down



Monday, January 18, 2016

About Artifice





Carl ~ 1973

his classmates produced
'anatomically correct' sculpture 
then there was this
a Picasso like sculpture 
his version of man
a bit skewed, perhaps ~
correct from his point of view
our special needs son