Tuesday, October 18, 2016

From An Even More Apocryphal Apocrypha

The great spirit of
Humankind descended
Upon the world and cried out,
"What the heck am
I doing in all these bodies
And why are they so
Excited about each other?"
All the stars swept
Down to shed light on
The question and
Got snagged in a
Potted olive tree.
"Beats us!" they chorused.
So it's up to you and me, I guess.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Della's Pump Again

It's been 3 years since I posted this poem on"Invalid's Workshop" and now it's 11 p.m. and I've just come back from working on Della's pump again. This time, I had to run a hose across the field from my well to her plumbing so she could shower and flush etc. --fell down climbing over a wire fence and hurt myself! I then gave her phone numbers to call in the morning. I no longer solve submersible pump problems in the dark. That was a recreation for a younger version of me. But I was reminded of what it means to be a rural neighbor in this world and decided to repost the poem before the country is entirely paved and ruled by Home Owners' Associations.

His old mother's well quit
Quite in the dark.
Condenser, relay,
Romex rusted under weeds.
Here we chose our places
And our deeds--
Useful under stars, black trees,
Probing earth for logic
On our knees.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Ourania And Graphic Arts

Ourania worked
Annular rings
From her lyre.
Sometimes she
Sings and can
Be heard in
Heartwood here.
She painted
Peace above
A battlefield.
Detail revealed it
Split stone and
Took away walls.
Nothing left
Except a telephone.
No one calls.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Coreopsideae, Cosmos

Cosmos is what
We understand
Of our universe and
--compose nomenclature
To converse in
Its language of 
Nature-- what we live
And do. "Give,
Give," it says.
"For that is all
There is of you."

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Sub Rosa 2

We know water
And sunlit leaves,
Seeds, each other,
Under roses, trees
And earth's 
Enchantment to
Be, to be.

Note: Poem, Sub Rosa 2 , was written an hour ago in response to 3 photos Norma took from an angle opposite the poem, Sub Rosa, (yes, blue and clickable) which was written and posted 5 years ago. Poetry is like that, rush rush rush. I sure hope I get more comments on this new one than I did on the first one.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016


We learn in defining fire.
Carbon remains grow
Brains in curriculum
Derived in lives sprung
From seas, plains,
Trees --speed to escape
Velocities --wind, engines,
Sails, rockets-- tusks and
Tails dropped to the ground.
After which, sudden 
Silence, an absent 
Sound of startled
Birds, replaces words. 

Saturday, July 23, 2016


Cyclic evolution, done
And begun again:
What will be --future
And history-- at a
World's edge, this
Prospect and ledge,
After work in mass
And energy must
Pass now down a
Cypress path to the sea,
Relearn its name and
Return the way it came.