Trespassers In the spring, whilst sharing pleasantries with fences and sheep, flowers giggle, knowing all the while their roots have tunneled without permission, passports or proper papers and reached new opportunities, undaunted. j
Trespassers
Category: Poetry
Ancient Prayer of Trees
Ancient Prayer of Trees Dear Lord, Most High Creator of roots trunks bark branches and leaves, grant me but an inch of dirt, a drop of cooling water, and the warmth of morning sun. I promise my shade to all who linger, to cope with children’s swings, heart carvings, (Phil Loves Katie) hardheaded woodpeckers, and rickety tree houses. But please, please, oh please forgive me for bearing silent witness to lynchings. Amen j
In the Beginning
In the Beginning Before writing is published, it is raw rhubarb, sour to the senses. Editing is much easier now than during the quill and inkwell days, But editing is still more chore than treat. There will always be a better word to be found, a more precise image, a sweeter sound of rhyme. I suppose God wishes our useless appendix was so easily remedied. But then, that work took a mere seven days. j
The Wind
The Wind Invisible, It waters the eye, It flaps the laundry, It hurries the sky, How can that be? That pesky, invisible wind. j
Checked Baggage
Checked Baggage My question then, brother immigrant of Southampton, were you already a racist when you stepped aboard the Mayflower with all your earthly belongings that chilly September day in 1620, or did you get infected much later in Mississippi? j
Of Comfort
Of Comfort Of comforters there be many: The Quilt, The Cat. The Dog, The Hat. The Coffee, The Tea. The Stew, The Bee. The Pub, The Pillow. The Backrub, The Willow. The Hug, The Tree. But most of all, The Kiss from thee. j
A Remembrance
A Remembrance Catch any raindrop in your palm, and hold it as you would a precious pearl; it matters not what latitude or longitude you sail, or distant city you wander, when you lift it to your nose, you'll be back home in Seattle. j
Unmerited Finery
Unmerited Finery She said, "Open wide." I did. She said, “Close down.” I did. Even though I'm barely a commoner, much more the peasant or serf, she treated me as Royalty, placing a crown on an exhausted molar. "Thank you," I said, and hurried home toward Buckinghorse Palace lest I be found out. j
Fashion Statement
Fashion Statement I do like your hat. really? yes. it reminds me of a lampshade i once knew. really? yes. like you, the lamp wore it slightly askew. you mean crooked? aye. awry. cocked just so over one eye. really? yes. it's a fab look. thanks. do you come here often? twitter? only to see hats. j
Wonderments and Such
Wonderments and Such Children should discover the tales of Robin Hood, Hansel and Gretel, Snow White and many others of course, but also, they need to visit beaches to play in the sand. For ‘tis there they will begin to imagine how many countless grains of sand cling to the edges of our world. And thus, when they turn curious eyes to the night sky they also might wonder how many stars torch all corners of our Universe. And so too, these story tellings, these imaginings, these wonderments, will help them peek inward and examine themselves with a much greater sense of humility. j
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