June (e)
The Visit
When there is no Full Moon
No quarter moon,
Not even a sliver of a silvery smile
in the sky
Is when I know.
For it is in the Great Darkness that she comes to me.
I go outside and look up
and wait.
And pretty soon,
sure enough,
here she comes,
tossing me stars
as she sails on by
riding on a single silver thread of night.
--Kathleen McGuire
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
June (c, d)
June (d, untitled trio)
the black sky lightens
to the chirping
of a single bird
---
morning shafts of light
a flurry of dust motes
---
No ripe wild raspberries, yet
such sweet perfect unripeness
in this very moment
Bill Krumbein
June (c)
Cup In Hand
"Light mist stretches across the river"
I stand above at my window
cup in hand still as any tree
in concert with awesome beauty
a blank day waiting for me
to fill with joy and worry
that I have done this all my
life makes it all of my life
tiny details dwarf the grandeur
animated by the spin of wheels
I have to bow take my leave
the trees sigh stand their ground
Pat Nolan
the black sky lightens
to the chirping
of a single bird
---
morning shafts of light
a flurry of dust motes
---
No ripe wild raspberries, yet
such sweet perfect unripeness
in this very moment
Bill Krumbein
June (c)
Cup In Hand
"Light mist stretches across the river"
I stand above at my window
cup in hand still as any tree
in concert with awesome beauty
a blank day waiting for me
to fill with joy and worry
that I have done this all my
life makes it all of my life
tiny details dwarf the grandeur
animated by the spin of wheels
I have to bow take my leave
the trees sigh stand their ground
Pat Nolan
June (a, b)
June (b, untitled)
sitting on the patio,
I see two full moons.
one seen through the maple leaves,
one seen in the reflection of the window.
or is it
one moon with two reflections?
one reflection in the sky,
the other reflection in the window
reflecting the sky?
Oh my,
do I have to decide
which one?
which two?
the moon in the window
appears less obscured, fuller, and brighter,
while the moon in the sky is mostly hidden behind the leaves.
the night is cooling after the hot day,
the sounds of distant traffic
remind me that there are places to go.
Gregory Wonderwheel
June (a)
Violence
A hill so high
it almost
reaches the moon.
A hill covered in green grass
soft as a bed.
A windowless red room
deep within the hill.
A stern mandarin matron serves tea.
Her face expressionless.
She waves a manicured hand
at a bolted door.
It has a little grated window.
The eyes looking through it
do not see you.
They see some other dream.
Deanna Hopper
sitting on the patio,
I see two full moons.
one seen through the maple leaves,
one seen in the reflection of the window.
or is it
one moon with two reflections?
one reflection in the sky,
the other reflection in the window
reflecting the sky?
Oh my,
do I have to decide
which one?
which two?
the moon in the window
appears less obscured, fuller, and brighter,
while the moon in the sky is mostly hidden behind the leaves.
the night is cooling after the hot day,
the sounds of distant traffic
remind me that there are places to go.
Gregory Wonderwheel
June (a)
Violence
A hill so high
it almost
reaches the moon.
A hill covered in green grass
soft as a bed.
A windowless red room
deep within the hill.
A stern mandarin matron serves tea.
Her face expressionless.
She waves a manicured hand
at a bolted door.
It has a little grated window.
The eyes looking through it
do not see you.
They see some other dream.
Deanna Hopper
May (b, c, d, e)
May (e)
The Best Time to Plant
The moonlight interrupted our dinner, you so quickly and cleverly
Put together; it burst over the fence in an unexpected place in the sky
Like a Super Hero ready to take all our struggles away.
There was nothing to do but eat, slap mosquitoes
And talk about the day.
The lavender candle wax was not supposed to drip,
But it was soft and warm, a tiny sculpted body,
Taking form with the press of my finger; my identity
Now cast for anyone to steal.
Oh just take it. I can always grow another one.
Jane Rogan
May (d)
Moon Talk from Jemma
Ohhhhhhhhh!
Look at the moon!
It's really not moving.
We're moving.
It's so bright.
I can see my shadow.
(She dances in the moonlight, watching her shadow.)
You know, Vikki, I put my shoe outside with something in it like a rock or
some moss and my mom puts a present in it after I go to sleep and takes
my
rock or whatever. When the moon is full.
Vikki Kath
May (c, untitled)
so - Jesus finally
ate Cain -
and liked it!
Joyce Pointe
May (b)
Moon Gargle
I'm thinking the full moon doesn't give a rat's ass
That I have a pile of work in the next room
That needs to get done.
I think of all those monster movies when I was a kid
All the weird creatures that lived on the moon
Crawling in and out, taking earth men as prisoners
God, my mind wanted it to be real
Then I think of all the creatures living on me
In my pores, in my hair, in my mouth
Eating dried flaky bits of skin...my skin
And how my shadow can eclipse whole civilizations of ants
One footstep can obliterate thousands of tiny organisms without my
knowing
What's real to them? Do they write me poems?
Do they have piles of work waiting for them in the next room?
-Eric Moes
The Best Time to Plant
The moonlight interrupted our dinner, you so quickly and cleverly
Put together; it burst over the fence in an unexpected place in the sky
Like a Super Hero ready to take all our struggles away.
There was nothing to do but eat, slap mosquitoes
And talk about the day.
The lavender candle wax was not supposed to drip,
But it was soft and warm, a tiny sculpted body,
Taking form with the press of my finger; my identity
Now cast for anyone to steal.
Oh just take it. I can always grow another one.
Jane Rogan
May (d)
Moon Talk from Jemma
Ohhhhhhhhh!
Look at the moon!
It's really not moving.
We're moving.
It's so bright.
I can see my shadow.
(She dances in the moonlight, watching her shadow.)
You know, Vikki, I put my shoe outside with something in it like a rock or
some moss and my mom puts a present in it after I go to sleep and takes
my
rock or whatever. When the moon is full.
Vikki Kath
May (c, untitled)
so - Jesus finally
ate Cain -
and liked it!
Joyce Pointe
May (b)
Moon Gargle
I'm thinking the full moon doesn't give a rat's ass
That I have a pile of work in the next room
That needs to get done.
I think of all those monster movies when I was a kid
All the weird creatures that lived on the moon
Crawling in and out, taking earth men as prisoners
God, my mind wanted it to be real
Then I think of all the creatures living on me
In my pores, in my hair, in my mouth
Eating dried flaky bits of skin...my skin
And how my shadow can eclipse whole civilizations of ants
One footstep can obliterate thousands of tiny organisms without my
knowing
What's real to them? Do they write me poems?
Do they have piles of work waiting for them in the next room?
-Eric Moes
May (a)
May (a)
The Cold Mountain is a Killer
Everyone loves Han Shan's* poems.
No one knows what he says.
His words are as frosty as the highest mountains.
His meaning is as out of reach as the coldest mountains.
Hiking to the summit of Han Shan is deadly.
If you persevere in your climb
and are able to take one more step off the ice cold peak,
you awaken in the warm valley where grasses abound.
Wading through the myriad verdant spears
you meet Han Shan
on the tip of each green blade
as it pierces your heart.
(*The Chinese poet Han Shan's name means Cold Mountain)
Gregory Wonderwheel
April (e)
April (e)
Full Moon
In Memoriam N.H.
a snarl in the window screen
enough to let any insect smaller
than a moth in
bird feeder's empty
seed lies under water in buckets &
around its pole -
some scattered in the compost
list all the things to see
little differences
took place overnight
cats who came to lurk
by the patio woodpile
waiting for the birds who
won't come too wet today
I'm not taking care of anyone today
no soothing another's wild pain
today I'm writing badly with a good pen
an instrument a viewer your witness
brown dying limbs & leaves
soon enough the skeleton will be evident
washed clean by two day's rain
a prop plane passes over unseen
irrelevant to this garden & man & poem
*
how we are talking
over whiskey about our children
our last conversation
although I'm the only one who knows
our children turn us soft with hope
& that's the way we want to be
you'll never dance at your daughter's wedding
that's worse than dying
probably easy except for big pain
but to move through our time
& see those dear others appended
higgledy-piggledy to our trajectory
along the curve little stars
a birth - - a burst - - a bunch - - a blessing
*
take this game differently
enter from another angle
imagine that the white-yellow moon
stain of the water glass
acid raising up out
of the paper to ring
itself round in perfect circles
acid used to make paper
paper used to store words
words used to think differently
thinking used to even scores
Keith Kumasen Abbot
Full Moon
In Memoriam N.H.
a snarl in the window screen
enough to let any insect smaller
than a moth in
bird feeder's empty
seed lies under water in buckets &
around its pole -
some scattered in the compost
list all the things to see
little differences
took place overnight
cats who came to lurk
by the patio woodpile
waiting for the birds who
won't come too wet today
I'm not taking care of anyone today
no soothing another's wild pain
today I'm writing badly with a good pen
an instrument a viewer your witness
brown dying limbs & leaves
soon enough the skeleton will be evident
washed clean by two day's rain
a prop plane passes over unseen
irrelevant to this garden & man & poem
*
how we are talking
over whiskey about our children
our last conversation
although I'm the only one who knows
our children turn us soft with hope
& that's the way we want to be
you'll never dance at your daughter's wedding
that's worse than dying
probably easy except for big pain
but to move through our time
& see those dear others appended
higgledy-piggledy to our trajectory
along the curve little stars
a birth - - a burst - - a bunch - - a blessing
*
take this game differently
enter from another angle
imagine that the white-yellow moon
stain of the water glass
acid raising up out
of the paper to ring
itself round in perfect circles
acid used to make paper
paper used to store words
words used to think differently
thinking used to even scores
Keith Kumasen Abbot
April (d)
April (d, untitled)
I don't live anywhere
transformers
Jan Peters
I don't live anywhere
dream into the night sky
emerging overheadwe look to you
a spotlight walking us across
the parking lot i don't choose to drive
i just walk around singing extol
join in praises to a fulgent moon
in blank verse somnambulant
meditationtakes me anywhere i want to go
transformers
in shadow or light
cast iridescence along the path
been outside lately? taking nectar from the poppy
magic from the moon no end in sight
tea suits me just fine I can pour coffee for you
a new friend at the coffee shopJan Peters
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