Honey Bees

bees
calmed by smoke
allow the theft
gather the honey
in pots
melt the wax
add the wick
light the candle
it smokes
and
calms
the
bees

~

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Like Children

we play like children
on a landscape of letters
grains of sand
we form into forts
the waves crash over
and scatter our word creations
we build again
remembering the moat, this time
we dig it deep around the palace plot
then add tall-tale spires
and carve out balconies and archways
to give it character
with shovel pens
and paper pails
we build word castles
like children,
digging our bare toes in the warm grains,
leaving our footprints
on the beach,
splashing in the waves,
adding on chapter layers
by the bucket
we play

~

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She Sings

why does she sing?

she turned 91, the old bird

her life’s mate was just caged in the nursing home
he can’t remember why
his once lengthy repertoire has been reduced to a few, sweet notes

her handicapped son still lives at home
needing her patient care
all he could ever do was chirp

the last of her friends died years ago
their songs now silent
she takes her coffee with younger generations
their noisy squawks sometimes give her a headache
but she never complains

she goes on singing, the old bird
and smiles and laughs
and shares a story
or ten

she sings
not because her life’s bird landed on a beautiful branch
in a flawless tree

she sings
because
as a bird in life’s tree
she can

~

for my Granny, who still tells the best stories and is an avid bird-watcher

~

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Crimson Ink

I respond to the beats
deferent
the pulse of life carries
oxygen
to
organs
limbs
finger tips
and
toes

when my pounding heart
echoes
the movements of my soul
my poised pen
forms
words
in
crimson
ink
flow

~

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Kiss

lips kiss in embouchure

fingers dance over open holes

the French Flute sings

~

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Imagine

imagine ~

if the obese worm
of bigotry
could be contained
in a chrysalis
there
forced to change
or starving die
might emerge
life’s
liberated
butterfly

~

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The Goldilocks Dichotomy

she shivered in the shallow waters
tasted the tepid drink
too cool to soothe
too warm to quench
Goldilocks
was trapped in the kitchen sink
when her yellow ringlets
caught
in the u-bend of the old pipes

she was trying to dye her hair
Raven Black
because
she thought Snow White had all the best luck
but, in reality, the seven dwarfs didn’t give a fuck
as their porcelain-skinned, fairy-tale thrall
labored under fruity delusions
of a someday-coming prince

Goldilocks
could have cut her hair,
but she would not part with a single inch
though she lived on a first floor flat
she had Rapunzel on the brain
her lengthy locks clogged the drain
trapping the girl
by her sunny mane

she waited for the prince who never came
the water pooled over her dainty feet
she shivered in the shallow waters
believing herself
incomplete
the poor girl never grasped
the
dichotomy
between
fairy tale
and
reality

~

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Cracked

cracked shell

                clam dies

cracked chrysalis

                insect flies

cracked skull

                head bleeds

cracked bell

                liberty

cracked hull

                ship sinks

cracked egg

                sulfur stinks

cracked bat

                fly ball

cracked shale

                earth weeps

cracked earth

                land quakes

cracked book

                ideas make

cracked sac

                baby born

cracked bud

                flowers bloom

cracked window

                enter breeze

cracked wall

                humans freed

cracked smile

                contagious joy

~

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2018 – My Hope

2017
birthed
a colicky infant
who, although spoiled and overfed,
produced a continuous line
of
mostly incoherent
squawks
from his high nest

by spring
he had grown into the playground bully
amassing toys,
hoarding even,
to make his sandbox castle great
AGAIN

by summer,
or buy,
his overgrown form
preached from a pulpit like a profit-god
A MASS
that sounded
oddly
like his former spoiled, soiled
colicky
chirps

by autumn…
I don’t know what he said.
I bought earplugs
to relieve my throbbing
MAGAraine
suffering
head

2018
I HOPE
has birthed infants everywhere
who will cry from the collective pools
of
starvation
poverty
and
neglect
AND
that the children of spring
will remove the genetically-modified cotton
stuffed in our privileged ears,

so that we who have will

listen

&

share

~

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