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.
Poem #30
The Curtsy
Finish
well. Beg the muse
who started you: drop words
on me like petals falling from
a bough.
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.
Poem #23
Suburbia
A glass
of wine, a loaf
of bread (with tapenade
as spread), and thou--barbecuing
outside.
Poem #22
Letter from the Planners
Earth Day
irony--strict
environmentalists
make me cut down Australian Pines
today.
Poem #21
Luck of the Draw
Good luck,
Lotto player!
Maybe your numbers will
be drawn; maybe your life will change.
May be.
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.
Poem #20
Turning
Yard-sale
weather vane can't
point the true direction
in gentle winds--so ill-used it
has been.
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
island view
wind-stripped
sea grape leans to
its side its yellow-green
leaves hurricane-battered to brown
paper
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