Pin-striped beetle with a polka-dotted head
one of your antennae is curled.
Now, untenable antennae
make your computations many.
You go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
in your world.
In a word, concentric circles are confining.
There’s no nourishment upon the central shelf.
You’re alive—but are you well,
as your curled antennae tell?
Content
… beware a woman with no obvious vices …
Tagged: Verse
dawn at a low slant
beneath the elms
watch the sun
Writers are snoops from childhood, I’m inclined to believe. Shrinks call that “a high level of curiousity” and declare it a good thing. However, I used to get in big trouble for snooping–any purse left unattended–even in the owner’s bedroom, drawers, shelves, the heart-shaped red chocolates box my Aunt kept her letters in. Definitely not the [...]
Beneath the camel’s gaze sits a Florentine glass paperweight, slightly behind
Two inches of water
stand. Shiny puddle
in a blackened stone bowl.
Wee brown down thing,
wind-puffed; yellow legs
lengthened in liquid glass.
You blow like a leaf
into the dish, dip
and look up. Dip.
Look up. Hop. Fly.
Digging through the closets in my mind
like one in winter shivering from the cold
yearns for wool against the frozen wind.
Long ago. Morning. In a maple tree
heavy with seed pods,
two slight boys
stand, crowing,
on budding branches
whirling prospective
saplings, like answers to prayers,
toward the earth.
I listen
to doves’ gray-throated cooing
in the daybreak’s damp.
I listen equally to the clank of distant tinkering
in backyards and tool sheds
on a Saturday almost forgotten.
From where did the magnificant voices and painters and poets—the noble hearts—come?
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A CHRISTMAS JOURNEY
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  I.    The Golden Age of Kings
                               When men make men into kings
                              we forge their crowns from gold
                              we’ve sold our lives to buy.
                              The woods are stalked and yield a furry sacrifice
                              to grace and warm the shoulders
                                                                             of our kings.
                               When we make men into kings
                              our carpenters and craftsmen ply
                              their [...]