Incompatible
bipolar
in sensibilities
one
fact-driven
toward analytic meaning
the other
fear-driven
away from reason
two at odds
completely
to the death.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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