Talk Talk

Last Day of NAPO Poem #30

Poem #30
The Curtsy

Finish
well. Beg the muse
who started you: drop words
on me like petals falling from
a bough.

NaPoWriMo Poem #25

Poem #25
Miro's Blue

Slashes
of paint, like notes
played, and lasting--afloat
in memory, in the ether
of thought

NaPoWriMo Poem #24

Poem#24
O, Muse, Where Art Thou?

I've hit
a wall, and pomes
that come ain't pomes at all;
I look in the well, see only
bottom.

NaPoWriMo Poem #23

Poem #23
Suburbia

A glass
of wine, a loaf
of bread (with tapenade
as spread), and thou--barbecuing
outside.

NaPoWriMo Poem #22

Poem #22
Letter from the Planners

Earth Day
irony--strict
environmentalists
make me cut down Australian Pines
today.

NaPoWriMo Poem #21

Poem #21
Luck of the Draw

Good luck,
Lotto player!
Maybe your numbers will
be drawn; maybe your life will change.
May be.

Ekphrasis

Ekphrasis [on photograph by Annie Leibovitz, New York. 3 a.m. Blues in C.]

Holding the photograph at arm's length
above the living room sofa
I envision living with it--
larger than life,
this classic vanitas, darker than life,
Keith Richards on the edge
of his hotel room bed

surrounnded by symbols of  impermanence
a skull on the dressing table
a skull scarf draped over the lamp
books with turned pages, telescope, and magnifying
glass, himself an instrument for bringing distant imaginings closer,

himself the sumptuous arrangement
of fruit and flowers
adorned in the silk wildness of zebra,
leather, and precious silver
showing signs of decay
his eyes seeds of transitory life
these 3 a.m. blues
I could live with forever.

NaPoWriMo Poem #20

Poem #20
Turning

Yard-sale
weather vane can't
point the true direction
in gentle winds--so ill-used it
has been.

NaPoWriMo Poem#19

Poem #19
The Seven Mile Bridge Run

No cars
allowed to cross
the bridge in Marathon
but every runner runs to beat
the bus.

NaPoWriMo Poem#18

NaPoWriMo Poem #18
island view

wind-stripped
sea grape leans to
its side its yellow-green
leaves hurricane-battered to brown
paper