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Saturday, April 30, 2011

April dribbles - 30

After the words have dripped
From leaves of love to loamy ground
And sound still fades

After the memory ripped
Is sentence filling spilling out
My weary brain

After the thought is gone
And on and on the wheels go round
Well then I’ll say

Hope sips its promise

Friday, April 29, 2011

April dribbles - 29

If war disposes arguments then
Peace discloses what we meant and
Love opposes detriment;
Hoping for closure, sent
the child, attending
school, bending the
rules he’s meant
to score
War has
Taken him;
His innocent
Insouciance is
Broken; law’s a token;
Arguments dispose of all
We taught him for.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

April dribbles - 28

When stars have died
And shadows fade
Remember crying.

Winter’s blight
Turns all to gray
When stars have died

The cross’s height
Will show the way
Remember crying

All you’ve tried
To win has failed
And stars have died

Remember life
Was given to save
Remembering crying

Forgiven, time
Today to pray
For stars will die
Remember crying.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

April dribbles - 27

In the start of the end
Broken hearts never mend;
In the end of the start
Lovers part.

In the dark of the night
Broken-heartedly fight;
In the light of the day
Flee away.

In the friendship of peace
There’s an end, a release;
Broken hearts make amends;
Love replayed.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

April dribbles - 26

She wasn’t hers, just borrowed from a friend.
She couldn’t give what wasn’t hers to lend.
She neither led nor followed in the end
But bade the black and white betrayals blend
Their gray to rainbows all her hurts to mend
Till she my friend could lend herself to me.

Monday, April 25, 2011

April dribbles - 25

Monday she started falling, trying to tie her shoelaces all by herself, then called for help. Monday’s care-givers are always late; should have waited she thought, but falling lent a sort of elasticity to the dream, though not her body; seemed like Friday might break her. On Sunday she rose.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

April dribbles - 24

Gray as winter’s wood and dark
Damp as clouds of spring
Lost as heaven’s whispered spark
Birds of mourning sing.

Bright as sunlight on the door
Of summer’s opened tomb
Cross of night arises more
Than wondrous; dies the gloom.

Easter dawns. May heaven shower
This broken world with flowers.

Find more Easter poems (including one by me) on Kimberly Blackadar's Poetry for Easter page.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

April dribbles - 23

“Please can I finish this chapter first”—
The reader’s longing, reader’s curse—
Please let me finish before you ask
Completion of some other task.

“Please can I finish this chapter first”—
The writer’s longing, writer’s curse—
Forever after dreams recur;
Please let me finish my story first

Before it ends.

Friday, April 22, 2011

April dribbles - 22

Purse held
Thirty geld
But only one denial will betray.

Cock crowed
But only denial will betray.

Whip lashed
Cruel slash
But only one denial will betray.

Nail pierced
Sharp’n fierce
But only one denial will betray.

He forgave
Died to save
And everyone’s denial is forgiven
Every day.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

April dribbles - 21

Love is the green-headed monster, devouring
All promise of hope and its mystery
Love is the black-headed thunderstorm’s showering.
Love is the green-headed monster devouring
All I have longed for and hoped till empowering
Dreams and remembrance of history
Make love a green-seeded promise empowering
All hope and its mystery.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

April dribbles - 20

I’ve dried my dreams, condensed my tears to paper, laid it flat.
I’ve bled my words to symbols that
Declare my heart undone.

I’ve rolled myself behind the hidden scenes behind the glass
And pulled the stopper tightly that
Will keep my message dry.

Now time has won
I cry.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

April dribbbles - 19

The champion rides to castle
Where resides holding his heart
The maid ensorcelled by the stone.

He’s climbed the walls of stone
Around the castle
Come to claim the maiden’s heart

Champion bares his broken heart
To her but stone
Her castle

Walls; her castle’s heart undone, there’s only stone.

Monday, April 18, 2011

April dribbles - 18

Like calls to like.
The stranger cries;
The child steps to his side—
“Come back, come back”—
But innocence has seen the way
We like to turn aside.

Like calls to like.
“Why don’t we help?”
Entitlement’s a crime.
Then child so irresponsible
Has social truth more perfectly
In mind.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

April dribbles - 17

Sometimes it’s hard to remember
In the greater scheme of things
None of this matters.

There’s times I don’t want to remember
In the greater scheme of things
I’m not important.

But then I wake up in church and remember
In the greatest scheme of things
He died for me.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

April dribbles - 16

For a moment the gray changed color, flickering with life;
There were lights round the flowers
Yellow and red like silk, blue carpets spreading, threaded with gold
And grass grown too long—
Wet grass still, sodden, strong with the power of winter
Old; for a moment
Then the light disappeared.

Friday, April 15, 2011

April dribbles - 15

I am not mine, though once they said
That’s not like you as if they thought they knew
Who I should be, they never will
Find me.

I am not mine, the labels lie
I’ll never fit no matter how they try
Never be right, and never quite
Be me.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

April dribbes - 14

In a world of rigid classes the rich
Lorded over the rest of us;
Our problems weren’t theirs.

In a world of new beginnings the wise
Poured tea into the harbor and declared,
Demanded, their share.

In a world of high finances the rich
Say ’tain’t none of my business.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Atril dribbles - 13

Long and slim with pointed end
Good for digging holes in friends
Scratching paper, drawing lines
“Not right,” says teacher, but they’re mine
“Not writing,” so I talk instead
Recordings twist the words I’ve said
“Then learn to write,” teacher replies
I clutch that pencil, struggle, try
Erasers conquer all.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

April dribbles - 12

Squirrels ate the last blooms of spring--
Winter still pouring ice-driven streams
To wash away tears. The thing is,
Summer thought it was dreaming.
Squirrels, scared this year’s weather might bring
Brown grass for dinner instead of green,
Quickly devoured the last blooms of spring
While winter poured cold-weather streams.

I guess it's sort of, almost, vaguely similar to a triolet. But the squirrels are real and they just at the last yellow crocus.

Monday, April 11, 2011

April dribbles - 11

Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning
Maybe dawn will bring me sun instead of pouring rain
Maybe sunlight vitamins will wake me
Maybe clouds will mist away and shake away the gray
Maybe you’ll remember that I miss you
Maybe you will kiss me under morning’s day-lit blue

Sunday, April 10, 2011

April dribbles - 10

Come play with me
Come stay with me
Come silently
We’re good at keeping quiet.
Come sit with me
Come fit with me
Come secretly
And close the doors so tight.
Come watch with me
Come plot with me.
Never again says she.
The child torn up inside
Trusts nevermore.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

April dribbles - 9

In the afternoon
We’ll phone in the evening
And then we’ll say goodnight.

Don’t call between 8 and 10 she says
So we’ll wait till 2.

Is it summer-time?
Gray clouds like winter outside
But the flowers think it’s spring.

Can’t fix the hours. Just phone
And love’s the thing.

Friday, April 8, 2011

April Dribbles - 8

Everything’s bigger in Texas,
The city, the dinner, the trees
Well, maybe not trees
They need water
But storms oughtta bring the roof down.

Everything’s bigger in Texas,
Go visit the son
Walk the town
And we’ll celebrate family
That’s bigger tonight

Even the family cold is bigger in Texas.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

April dribbles - 7

Like calls to like. Her avatar
Searched ever far and wide to find
The like that called to her.

Like seeking like, but never same
For mass and anti-matter flash,
The future slashed and burned.

Like finding like. What if she’d stayed
Not strayed? The universe is now
Unraveled, overturned.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

April dribbles - 6

Don’t dream, do it.
Don’t seem to be
Someone you’d rather not be
In the end.

Light bends
And prism’s strength
Lends touches of its change
To rainbow’s end.

Don’t dream they said.
Wake up and be
No stranger
To yourself.

But leprechaun
Sweet rainbow’s elf
Only declared
Dream me.

April dribbles - 5

Pink slip.
Permission’s expired.
The children are gone
No shape to the day.
On coffee
And raiding cookies
Her pink slip
Hardly fits her anymore.
She skips
Memories pour
Through her
If they phone home.
E.T. remember
You were an alien too
Before you were grown.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

April dribbles - 4

The doctor says
You’ll be okay
Take aspirin, go away.
The doctor’s tired.

The doctor says
Go home and sleep.
Tonight he works more hours
Than clocks can keep.

The doctor says
He’ll be okay
Don’t worry Mom as if
Mothers can stop.

The doctor works
A lot. Mom prays.

April dribbles - 3

There was a time I ran upstairs
On silent feet and nobody was there;
Looked in the mirror
Not even me.

I imagined you’d be happier if I’d go.

There was a time you ran around
On silent feet I couldn’t find you
But I’ll stay.

I’ll stay for you.

April dribbles - 2

Wish you were here. We’d share our happy hour -
More fun to eat than “happy-meals” -
We ate so well with you.

Wish you were here, not working hard again
But we’ll enjoy a drink, perhaps
A snack, and think of you.

Wish you were here
Wish I were there again.

April dribbles - 1

We went from winter to summer, Oregon to Texas, and watched
While flowers strained against the lack of rain. We mourned the fact
That we’d not see that fabled blue; we’d come too soon
Or else the rain too late. Rushed for the plane, delayed by boom
Of Texas thunderstorms.

March dribbles - 31

Once he was small and she fed him. He walked; mother guided his steps. He talked and he learned her expressions and sounded like her. Then he grew.

Once he was taller and looked like and grew like his dad.

Once he was grown, himself, alone. She’ll love him forever.

March dribbles - 30

The log fire burned, smoke curling, guarded, safe; heat rippled strong. Up on the grate whole slabs of meat and ribs cooked slow and long, their juicy scent, sweet, heated, spiced, almost alive, smoke curling to the sky. And overhead the sausage hung, swung, smoke’s delight to fire the barbeque.

March dribbles - 29

Small boy pushed round small girl at water’s edge. Both wobbled wild. Neither fell in.
Tall youth wobbled against his date. Both steadied. Both were safe.
Old man tripped on a rock at water’s edge. Wife grabbed his hand. They wandered on.
And ducks kept night-time peace at water’s edge.

March dribbles - 28

Once, long ago in history, these people fought with those. Some bravely stood right where you stand, defended land, and died. Armies brought home left colonists behind. Then conquered foes and dreamers fought with hope to ease their minds. And died.

Remember the Alamo they said. Remember. And they died.

March dribbles - 27

They said the drought had hurt the flowers—not be so many this year. They said the river’d be higher, the banks more green. They said the trees were dying; some were brown, bark turning gray. They hoped for rain.

Then I came home. Too much. I’d send them ours.

March dribbles - 26

“It’s cold outside”; sky’s mainly gray, no rain, no coats required, but cold outside.
“Such awful weather”; sky patched blue, faint sun, no sleeves required, but cold outside.
“Such a gray day”; sky’s turning clear, the air grows softly warm.
“Too hot outside”; put warm clothes on, set air-conditioning high.

March dribbles - 25

Rain pours down windows, water-silk hides water-logged outdoors. The plane’s delayed, again.

Rain drums the wings; the windows fog to hide the splattered sky. The plane takes off.

Rain hides below but here the clouds are white; the sky is bright.

Rain’s gone. Winter to spring in one short flight.

March dribbles - 24

Traffic silenced, freeways far away in country green. Water burbles, drifting brook. Birds sing. Birds screech and sing. So many birds sing.

He lies reading a book while shadows fade and daybreak begins. Birds sing again. So many birds sing.

He staggers to the window, begs for silence; birds sing.