Thursday, December 30, 2010

Genesis

Here I sit on tapestried sofa
cozy-warm beside wood-burning stove
meditating in magical glow
of brightly lit, votive Christmas tree

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

a cosmic speck collided with others
in great, beckoning silence
warmed by a distant sun
in benevolent galactic corner

here I am, here I am
from where, from where


infused liquid in oceanic flask
rich with organizing, chemical bits
steeping for a billion years
'til sparked
into the living riddle

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

molecular to microscopic being
metabolizing eager elements
to duplicate an exact other
spawning boundless speciation

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

watery expanse flooded with color
blooming with fantastical forms
crafted by available time
in the hands of insatiable change

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

emboldened fins to wings and feet
seizing arctic to tropic niches
roaming grassy, savannah plains
in quest of exits for northern lands

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

hunting, farming, assembling empires
the old deposed to exploit the new
crossing insistent seas to fertile futures
to reap even more of nature's secrets

here I am, here I am
from where, from where

building cities, skyscrapers, spaceships
upon shifting technological sands
in quest of the moon, next to Mars
beyond and beyond and beyond

here I am, here I am
to where, to where

here I sit mythologizing
cozy-warm beside wood-burning stove
in brightly lit glow of votive Christmas tree
with my insignificant, wondrous existence.

Yellow Blanket

The past's invisible hands
on display in swaddling pose

intricate, woolen piece of art
crocheted with affectionate ken

hand-crafted ahead of its time
surely with future love in mind

dependent on familial aid
for hereditary delivery

now tangible, tactile bridge
to unknown great grand-child.

Convenient Friends

Scattered all through
memorialized woods

chiseled well
with comfortable niches

they lie in wait
inviting meditation

left behind
as Pleistocene relics

encrypted monuments
to terrestrial history.

Naming Rights

Undemocratic
covetous urges
overweening vanity

names attached
to interior walls
chairs, desks, tables

to museum spaces
college buildings
athletic stadia

to hospital corridors
courtyard plaques
playground benches

donor fantasies all
to own eternity
in perpetuity.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Theater Season

I attend in any season
whatever its masquerade

green, white, golden-yellow
red, muddy, bleak or brown

accepting Beauty as my escort
with consequential abandon

never fatigued by its demands
to see the unfolding pageant

staged curtainless in the round
as four acts with infinite scenes.

Performance Art

Beyond the kitchen window
three male bluebirds
cavorting on a drab November day

feeding, flitting
among pink-berry clusters
on diminished spindle tree

momentary canvas
brilliant blue patches against pastels
moving through ornamental space

startling, intriguing
in artistic composition
as any museum masterpiece.

The Golden Fleece

I glimpsed this mythic prize
in forested proximity

dazzling panels of gold
fringed in scarlet and green

gloriously illuminated
through intersecting limbs

assembled by space and time
within observational grasp

no traveling o’er treacherous seas
or dueling with grotesque fiends

mine to experience
yet impossible to possess.

Political Flora

Wilted now
the campaign flowers

opportunistic species
tarting up the roadsides

once alluring
in coded colors

brash red, promised white
and action blue

then the morning after
selections all done

time to pluck
these importuning blooms.

Time Machine

Remember me
she twinkles
dark, delving eyes

remember me
she tosses
brown, swirly curls

remember me
she models
unattached lobes

remember me
she giggles
conspiratorial grin

ten-month-old facsimile
of grandmother-me
from sepia memory.

Hereditary Music

Fewer heartstrings
to play our lineal music

missing verses
of generational songs

unfamiliar melodies
with strange harmonies

without refrains
of consoling sounds

no longer pitch-perfect
the family choir

waiting now to sing
my wordless reprise.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Apple Picnic

Seated on grassy thatch
beneath an unblemished sky

immersed in
fall’s paradisiacal light

with other sugar-seekers
ants, yellow jackets, honeybees

nibbling, carving
masticating

fleshy, forbidden fruits
with unrepentant pleasure.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Fall Foliage #6

Slow burn at lakeshore edge
not yet flickering
still mostly green

unseen combustion
sparking within
to smoldering color

sunlight arcing
to glowing limb tips
ready to ignite

a leafy blaze
soon to flare
into surreal state.

Fall Foliage #7

Peak blooming season
in its autumnal glory

swashbuckling gardens
with tree-size blossoms

sumptuously rich reds
fluorescent oranges

still-soft chartreuses
undulating among dark-green spikes

too grand to gather
for vase display

but arranged, rearranged
for memory’s pleasure.

Fall Foliage #8

Too bad Monet never saw New England’s fall
unleashing his impressionistic magic
to transmute its visual extravaganza

spontaneous, plein-air performance art
repeated annually, admission free
for hunters and seekers of this color feast

beyond expressive bounds of human enterprise
no amount of reproducing in words and pictures
can exhaust its spiritual replenishment

perfection in palette and presentation
silently majestic without arrogance of place
just exultant being its statement of existence.

Christmas Tree

A seasonal first
in its situation

garnished simply
with decorative stars

wafting through
symmetrical limbs

caught at certain slants
in attractive confusion

brilliant reds and golds
lit through autumn’s prism.

New Wee One

Barely hatched
many generations old

antique, feathery strands
woven anew into Lucy

with wise eyes
dark, unblinking

although speechless
she carries our stories

as encoded past
to revelatory now

reinventing hope
in its sweetest disguise.

Golden Boy

A whirlwind
flinging joy-filled flecks
in every direction

high and low
side to side
accumulating in reserve

stored carefully
as memory stacks
for future extraction.

Victorian Kin

Dressed in striped taffeta
Eliza first appears
dour and unfun
seated in old photograph

likely middle-aged
bunned not beautiful
beside Great-grandpa Sam
in casual, handsome pose

his piercing, dark eyes
under prominent brows
hers, quite kind
catch my glance again

leading me to see
a confidently placed hand
in private conversation
with his knee.

Sold Out

Politicos
CEOs
Wall Street casinos

Nabisco
Halliburton
mortgage moguls

pro athletes
even amateurs
just profiteers

most everyone
with the chance
now on the take

the haves
the have-to-haves
the bloated class

where, o where
has America gone
all souled out.

Do-It-Yourself Credo

Choose some fantasy or not
to find meaning and comfort
in this existential world

practice pagan rites
count the stars
seek nirvana
pray several times a day
read the Torah
meditate
wear a cross
worship multiple gods
engage with nature

however, be kind
do no harm to others
exploit, appreciate your consciousness.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Bird Chatter

Difficult to decipher
the red tail’s shrill whistling

surveyor of terrain
from higher advantage

its piercing persistence
nixing woodland peace

twittering, cawing, squawking
also in this morning’s mix

what do all divine
about invasive danger

its size, raging temper
or silent encroachment.

Family Ghosts

Swirling in my head
both alive and dead
unsettled, unsettling

some friendly or less so
intruding with questions
forgotten trespasses

exorcising blame
accumulated guilt
between generations

irremediable now
acceptance only
at this game-over stage

letting it go
letting them go.

Household Dust

Reconnoiterer of time
by my bedside clock

lit with blood-red numerals
consuming eager minutes

thinly coated in vagrant dust
whence does it come

local pollen, insect pieces
Hawaiian volcanic bits
Russian-spun drought debris
twice-circling Sahara’s sand
Indian cremation ash
in west-to-eastward transit

all manner of planetary stuff
mixed with cosmic offerings

reconnoiterer of time and space
by my bedside clock.

Entitlement

Subtle, sharp
exercised
with indifference

without gratitude
recognition
just expectation

egoism
narcissism
old-fashioned rudeness

mirror, mirror on the wall
we’re the most anointed of them all.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Human Theater

In this parenthetical moment
of in-between
she enters
he leaves
this improvisational stage

from not to not

incomprehensible
these in-the-wing abysses
separate or the same
spawning random chances
for beginnings and endings.

Waking Up

Waking at early light
sweet, beckoning sounds
delicious to listen

crawling up a sleepy slope
toward consciousville from dreamland
rarely do these two worlds meet

easy to slip back
adventuring beyond logic
and quotidian concerns

not ready yet to hurry up
to leave behind unbounded mind
for practiced perceptions

a catbird, robin, titmouse
keep wheedling, cajoling me
to engage with another day.

Summer Nativity

When I’m all alone
in the nursing home
awaiting my last fate

I’ll remember this day
three asleep on lakeshore beach
warmed by soft-air breezes

grandson towel-wrapped
napping on his Mémé’s lap
Pep dozing beside

a Michelangelo tondo
da Vinci family portrait
of nestled, modeled bodies

cosseted for just a moment
in absolute, purest love
a miracle of humanness.

Frustrated Suitor

A love-seeking towhee-she
passionately attracted

to vivid window-image
of resplendent, resident male

at first just gentle pecking
then eager tap, tap, tapping

returning each half hour
with escalating ardor

now basher against glassy pane
with wing-splayed, come-hither fervor

the handsome, ceramic toucan
still celibate on his indoor perch.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Swatch of Nature

Swatch of nature
exquisite details
stitched together

shimmering threads
flitting wings
dew-drop prisms

orange-cupped lilies
prospecting bees
sugary sippers

bluebirds on watch
geese rising
above pasture grasses

back and forth
up and down
weaving beauty.

Greatest Show on Earth

Come one, come all
to this grand concavity
nature’s architects at work
elaborate motifs, ideal forms
mirrored in human spaces

the Parthenon
Easter Island faces
French chateaux
Egyptian pyramids
Persian palaces
Angkor Wat
Aztec temples
Moorish cloisters
walled city of Carcassonne
Gothic cathedrals
Italian palazzos, campaniles
Buddhist shrines
the Roman Colosseum
Stonehenge
sphinxes, gargoyles, Chinese dragons

exact archetypes
visible in situ
brilliantly carved
millennia before
in the Grand Canyon Rock Art Museum.

Spectators in the Canyon

Some rotund or spindly limbed
others with wide, flat faces

warmed by the desert sun
baked at night by heated rocks

sessile in stunning surrounds
witnesses to rush-by torrents

and serendipitous greeters
of one-way-ticketed tourists.

Rafting Through the Grand Canyon

Fingers curl around
ropes and straps
to ride the bucking waves

holding on, holding on

bodies tense
muscles taut
braced for the wet onslaught

holding on, holding on

hands clamp
in vise-like grip
against disaster

holding on, holding on

gobbling dragons
lie below
in inertial wait

holding on, holding on.

Temple of Rock

Temple of rock
anointed by
wind and water

monumental shrine
with coded layers
of untold stories

sacred beauty
product of eons
still unfolding

inaccessible
except to few
seeking majestic

fragments dispensed
as talismans
to these pilgrims.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Time's Odyssey

No rest for weary time
running the cosmos

hopscotching in and out
of human lives

tunneling through wormholes
backwards and forwards

mingling todays
with yesterday and tomorrow

riding gravity waves
bouncing off dark matter

leaving us behind
as ordinary stardust

accelerating space
to catch dark energy

while seeping through
the universe’s seams

to explore another
with its enchantments.

I Want to Live with Beauty

I wish I could remember
what Beauty I saw today

suggestive maple blossoms
flush with willow green
introducing spring

less photographic film
to sear it on the brain

sparkling water diamonds
reddish lily disks
above, beneath the surface

how to keep it fresh
without withering away

accidental ducks
bufflehead pair
plying foreign waters

growing new memory tendrils
near the beholder’s eye

impatient squadrons
of mayflower leaves
eager to unfurl

available for conjuring
upon my soul’s request

streaking redwings
finches newly gilded
startling once again

I want to live with Beauty
every day until my last.

Spring Souvenirs

Scilla
vinca
ajuga

beautiful spring deeds
in blue and purple
scattered through the grass

good memory ticklers
once-a-year test
for fading flower-lovers.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Colors of Life

Strata of colors
purple, greens, gray
all sedimented

rich, deep draughts of days
nature-sipping communion
accumulated loss

unequal hues
vivid, attenuated
lived at different pitch

layered, distorted
metamorphosed
eroded into stories

geographic sagas
ascendant peaks
desolating caves

highly visible
invisible landscapes
of intricate design

scraped out, polished
by ebb and flows
of mortal consequence.

Two Boys at Play

Two boys playing
in the field
chasing geese
dipping for tadpoles
in rain-fed
shallow, spring pond

one tall, white-haired
the other, small

spotting the moon
in morning sky
looking for bluebirds
in nesting box
framed between
apple-tree limbs

one, remembering
the other, discovering

throwing a ball
for eager dog
running behind
at tumbling pace
while watched
by a grazing horse

one, young again
hand in hand with his boy-self.

Woodpecker Escalator

Hairy down
downy up
to suet station

red-bellied up
downy down
hairy back up

interspersed
with nuthatches
on pine-bark tracks

missing the fun
a red-headed
and pileated.

Silly Goose Congress

The geese convened
their spring congress
on a manure pile
this noon
seeking, finding
nourishment

king or queen
squawked orders
unheeded
amidst wing-tip jostling
for best feeding spots
on slippery edge

eventually sated
they waddled
to a watering hole
and drank their fill
to accomplish
legislative digestion.

Lost Sounds

Sitting, waiting
for the woods to speak

to receive greetings
from the stream
trees and leaves
a passing breeze

muffled, muted
by distant trucks
roaring jet plane
chain saw buzz

natural whispers
buried beneath
distracting mound
of dissonant sounds.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Grief

Invisible companion
leading backwards
against the forward grain

living just beyond
the present pale
on tightrope of emotion

fierce and friendly presence
exorcising forgotten secrets
of joy and otherwise

returning at random
with each slight twinge
of reminiscence

offering succor
with indistinguishable tears
of sadness and gratitude.

O'Keeffe's Pedernal

Sacred altar to art
carved into space
by sculpting time

naturally rendered masterpiece
ancient, deep-rooted
in its technicolor palette

brightest of brights
softest pastels
mediated by desert light

imposing as the Acropolis
the pyramids and Inca temples
in its solitary glory

her spiritual mecca
its cosmic beauty revealed
to this questing artist’s soul.

Reconciliation

A rabbit and a fox
strolled together last night
across the snowy lawn

companionably it seems
in matching cadence
hops to sauntering tracks

trading important news
mutually interesting tidbits
of this food-starved season

at length, I think, they parted
one behind the forsythia bush
the other back into darker woods

I want to imagine
on that bleak, winter’s eve
a fond farewell between friends.

Window Treatments

Clear-eyed views
uncovered
welcoming sunshine and rain

shuttered, shaded
all days and nights
against nature

unafraid
of beautiful darkness
its visiting spirits

inward focus
away from others
their passing moments

open to seeing
the unexpected
bringing different news

comfort instead
with reinforcing icons
inside four walls.

outer as inner
mirror images
of resident psyches.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Irreconcilable Differences

Incompatible
bipolar
in sensibilities

one
fact-driven
toward analytic meaning

the other
fear-driven
away from reason

two at odds
completely
to the death.

Sleeping Modes

Foot dangling
beyond duvet’s edge

pillow clasped
between knee and head

limbs arranged on
soft-serve surface

tossing and turning
in ritual rhythm

back lying flat
as mummified

still wide awake
composing a poem

when sweetly ensnared
in Morpheus’s trap

again and again
night after night

until the last bell rings
and all dream wishes granted

finally then laid
ashes to ages.

Night Sky

One by one they appear
each night on the hour
bedtime-story patterns

daily greetings from the cosmos
friendly to terrestrial gazers
from their galactic places

inestimable gifts
stars, clusters, nebulae, galaxies
such splendor in the heavens

linked to unwinding truth and time
relegating human existence
to far-back balcony of this universe.

Christmas Bird Count at the Feeder

Two downy woodpeckers
nibble suet bits

flock of fifty-five juncos
polka dot the snow

house finches, titmice
swarm feeding slots

blue jay not squawking
anxious to eat

one dozen whitethroats
glean spilled seeds

two cardinal pairs
decorate the scene

lone Carolina wren
convivially visits

all bookkeeping entries
in Nature’s evolving census.

Old-Friend Roulette

Six over sixty
rolling the dice
playing as God

no more denial
or just anticipating life
now betting on our fates

who will go first
second, third through six
in this game with death

all ante up
to pot full of winnings
for the lucky (or unlucky) last.