January (e)
Storm's Wake
Clouds curdle along the ridge
Oak limbs scrub the mottled sky
Below, tan willows but whisper
their gossip to the crows
-Mary Churchill
January (d)
I Told You So
for Brian Howlett
There is art and there is art
I do both
motor starts stops starts
the sun is a dying star
act like there’s no tomorrow
everything must be done now
mow lawn trim hedge whack weeds
blow leaves not a moment idle
driven by predestination’s curse
let no moment go unoccupied
while I slice the olives
washing machine agitating
speaks of the past
and the future
Afrique Afrique Afrique
it says to me in French
the thumb all along
destined for greater things
beyond its mere grasping ambitions
“I have written a truly marvelous poem
which this page is too narrow to contain”
signed Son of Fermat
space suit
clothed by circumstance
I can be the center of the universe
or an imaginary particle
to go quietly mad or madly quiet
neck deep in river
ducks float up like guests at a cocktail party
my head on a platter of sun splotched liquid
no one needs to know what I know
-Pat Nolan
January (c)
Moon Yoga:
Everything is still
everything moves
in the silvery net of moonlight
trees are finally themselves
after a full day of just standing there
-Eric Moes
January (b)
Simply
That beautiful unmade bed of Li Po
how I would like to join him there
the moonlight breaking up my soft body
and silence caressing the world
maybe a bird call of love for me and Li Po
and the whole world alone
-Janice Fisher
January (a)
Moon: Take 1
Fog and rain
pressing into the corners of my window,
as I flatten my cheek against the glass,
and bring the fog inside,
with my breath.
A dark sky, nothing.
Flashing television ads
from the third-floor window across the street
will be the moon tonight.
-Seraphina Goldfarb-Tarrant
Monday, September 29, 2008
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