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Monday, February 28, 2011

February dribbles - 28

The web gathered dewdrops like jewels each night, melting them to sunshine during the day. The spider crouched inside her hole waiting ever-patient for her prey. The rain was black as night, thick as snowfall on the plain. Then pouring water washed it all away...

Spider crawled up the waterspout.

February dribbles - 27

I saw the showers descend today
From skies that glowered thunderous gray;
I saw a squirrel on its way
To hide.
I saw the pale blue cloud of sun;
The squirrel scampered to his fun
Dug up my plants; the yard’s begun
To die.
Spring smiled and I
Saw life.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

February dribbles - 26

Valentine’s dinner was warming and fine, sipping wine while we dined on luxury and spice. Valentine’s chocolates were good but reminded me, should lose a few of those pounds that the winter enticed. Valentine’s flowers bloomed long but they died. And what’s left, what lasts, no surrender, is Valentine’s love.

February dribbles - 25

The greening shoot was almost lost in graying cold wet day. It trembled in a morning breeze. It shuddered as a teasing squirrel nipped its tip and fled. It shrank as dead beneath snow’s blanket fallen overnight, bewailed its plight. And then it reached for sun and shone, daffodil bright.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

February dribbles - 24

She wrote dramatic tragedies in school. Girl standing on a burning cliff, the world devoured by fire; one final plane approaches, one last bomb, and so she jumps. But what sweet tragedy, the pilot was her true love come to save her.

She wrote such tragic endings, then she jumped.

February dribbes - 23

Slow driving, careful not to skid, don’t speed, don’t break, don’t change direction; make no sudden moves…

Slow driving, turns the corner safe, but then the car slows down and then it stops.

Slow driving, stuck on snow; some days are like this too, some dreams, some hopes… Drive slow.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

February dribbles - 22

In dreams she flies high, eagle-eyed, and she’s free, till radios sing.
“Mama, wake up.” Small son crying.
“Mam. Did you miss your alarm?” Has the son somehow grown?
Years have passed. The eagle’s alone in a well of neglect, broken-winged, flown to dust.
“Love?” It’s time now for us.

Monday, February 21, 2011

February dribbles - 21

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Beyond the hill, beyond the dale
Beyond the lurking town and found
Of daffodils a dream, a host
But most of all found you.

I wandered lonely, sad it seemed
My fate to ever only seek
Dark-clouded gray-clad winter ghosts
Then I found you.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

February dribbles - 20

Beat of the music—she’s dancing—he’s prancing around her and holding a ring. They’re playing his tune.

Beep of alarm clocks, remember our wedding day; wake up; it all goes away.

Beep of machinery keeps him alive; last breath stirring. She sleeps and they’re dancing again; gone too soon.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

February dribbles - 19

When she looked in the corner
Where shoes used to pile
Under chairs – they’re all gone now –
So’s he
Then the thought crept behind her
And pin-pricked her mind
Unawares she was startled to find
That she didn’t just miss him
She missed the despair
Of his shoes under chairs.

Friday, February 18, 2011

February dribbles - 18

Red is the valentine rose
But his toes are grown numbly so cold
In the ice and the snow.

Red is the tip of her nose
Sticking out from the scarf round her head
While the winter wind blows.

Red ruby lips and a smile--
They kiss for a while.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

February dribbles - 17

Baa Baa black sheep have you any wool
I’ve brought my knitting needles in a bucket made of pine

Ribbit-ribbit green frog slippery with slime
Polishing the floors’n doors where chickens like to hide

Cluck-cluck chicken looking pale as summer’s bride
Black sheep’s got a black coat for the groom.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

February dribbles - 16

“Fair dropped on I were to see you,” said the one-time Northerner, now college grad, sweet marbles mangling sounds of dialect.

“Fair what’s-it?” answered Kay.

“Gobsmacked.”

And though his tone had changed in fifty months of separation, he was still Sam.

“So glad you dropped by. Dropping out?”

“Drop it.”

February dribbles - 15

It’s snowing in the mountains they say. Don’t take the car. Don’t travel far. But Mandy turns the key and drives. It’s snowing in her heart.

“You can’t expect me to do everything while you just sit around.” Does he know what he says?

Mandy’s nothing, plus kids, drives away.

Monday, February 14, 2011

February dribbles - 14

You don’t bring me flowers anymore
You don’t bring me daisies, white’n pure
You don’t bring me roses, red with love
You don’t bring me daffodils that smile from heaven above
Like clouds
You don’t bring me flowers
Nothing scents the air
You don’t bring me nothing
But you care.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

February dribbles - 13

On visiting he gave them
Roses, pink for gratitude;
Her parents said
“We think he’s nice.”

Sweet yellow roses greeted
Her return from distant parts
While lavender enchantment started
Rumors and the flame of his desire
Was orange bright.
They wed with white.

For Valentines
He’ll give a rose tonight.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

February dribbles - 12

Let love be enough
To build you up, cross bridges, turn
Two into one and leave
Footsteps in sand.

Step gently, step together, share
Sea-water and the land~

Let love be enough
To lift you up, build bridges, burned
By time and thwarted dreams.
Step hand in hand, and care.

Friday, February 11, 2011

February dribbles - 11

Pretty in pink, her hands turning red in the sink.
Youthful in blue, her knees black and blue from this kneeling to clean all the floors.
Mellow in yellow. Her husband’s a jolly good fellow,
Adores her bright lips like red cherries and sun-scented cheeks oh so pretty in pink.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

February dribbles - 10

“Love is charming.” The whippersnapper’s tough bounce resounds across the table.
“What do babies know about it?”
“Love is tough.”
“Where’s she getting this from?”
“Love is remembering she’s yours when she misbehaves.”
“I’ve got it,” says Dad.
“Got what?”
“She’s quoting newspaper cartoons.”
“She’s a baby.”
“She’s absolutely yours.”

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

February dribbles - 9

She spins; the wheels go round and round. She rides the merry-go-round, till skies keep turning like memory’s broken sound. There’s no-one there. She doesn’t care. And sunset’s gray turns cold.

Time to pretend, she tells herself, game over, secrets ended; he was never her friend.

Spinning alone, broken sound.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

February dribbles - 8

Vines tightened their grip; thorns dug deep; blood dripped like rain on rose-petals. And Sam woke up.

Jean, in rose-colored nightdress, leaned over him. “You were struggling Sam.” Her biting anger soothed by sleep; Sam thought how love’s pale blossoms turn to thorns. Don’t fight. He gathered hope into his arms.

Monday, February 7, 2011

February dribbles - 7

Hair like a waterfall. Eyes like emeralds. Cheeks like roses. Lips like red-currants. Scent like apples. Taste like honey. Dressed like flowers. Skin soft as petals. Feet fleet as beetles.

Hey, what d’you think I am?

A miracle of nature?

Why?

I think I’m gonna hire you to cut grass.

February dribbles - 6

The ring brought memories. They’d sat in the grass, she plaiting daisies into chains, he scattering plastic soldiers in the green. Mom brought lemonade, then Daniel sat, studied Lizzie’s hands, and plaited his own ring, two daisies for her finger.

Dan’s ring, two diamonds, sweetly reminding her; Elizabeth said “yes.”

February dribbles - 5

Not an old-fashioned guy, wouldn’t make her stay home, wouldn’t tie her to kitchen and kids. Not a new diaper-carrying super-dad either. Just being himself, told his wife go to work, help the housekeeping bills, leave the life she’d devised on the shelf, wondered why she just left him instead.

Friday, February 4, 2011

February dribbles - 4

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Apples are green. So are you. Remember the rough seas to France with your husband declaring he’s terribly ill, so guess who… changes kids’ diapers, soothe all their tears and their fears and stands out on deck where the ocean’s a ghastly green too.

February dribbles - 3

He loves me, loves me not, hates me, hates me not. Petals scatter everywhere, until she wonders, does he even care. He wants her, or needs her, or loves the sweet idea of her it seems. And so she’ll change to fit his scheme and say, “I love you too.”

February dribbles - 2

I wandered lonely as a cloud until I saw your face, said he with grace. A cloud descended on her head.

I wandered all the lonely earth to find true love, she said.

Cloud covered both with noxious misery like death’s decay. But love remains. True love wins every day.

February dribbes - 1

It begins when you sink in his arms. It ends with your arms in the sink—up to the elbows in things the dishwasher can’t cope with, so you can instead. Not quite... It ends when you leave them all unwashed and piling up high and you sink into bed.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

January dribbles - 31

The bird-bath glinted in the sun, smooth glass-topped fun, awaiting passing birds. Above were cries of glee, or geese. And down below small squirrel hunted nuts’ forgotten holes. A tom-cat stirred. Bird fluttered down to bird-bath glinting glorious in the light then stayed, afraid, soul-trapped while cat strode watching, free.

January dribbles - 30

Enough blue sky to patch a pair of sailor’s britches, Gran would say. Enough blue sky to make us think the clouds might fade away. Enough blue sky to tempt us out… We hurried then to play until it rained. A drop o’water never hurts, is what my Gran’d say.