Landscape Poem for 2/19/13

Bridge

Brick-red soil stands on beige dust, carries

Blue air upon curved shoulders –

Tiers of earth and sky,

Nature’s cake,

Connects this barrenness
to distant heavens.   

After Isabel's "My Skin Absorbing"

My Skin Absorbing

Sitting in a red clay mud pit,
in a bucket of lumpy paint.

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Creation

After Isabel's "My Skin Absorbing"

Your baby fingers in a pool
Of blue made wind, crushing
Pungent ooze to paper.

Wrapped in gold, your palms
Released a bird, a molten treasure.

Brown and silver spattered,
And in a corner, your
Fingerprint.  

Occasion Poem for 2/14/13

For You

my hands clothed
in pink glitter and paper-
cuts.

my gift of love,
and mess and sting. 

Revised Image Poems

Winter Sun

Hidden behind a cloud,
A blank, white eye.

Old Sleeping Bag

Rolled, hidden
Beneath the bed like an
Aged memory
Of my mother's childhood.
The flowered fabric sleeps,
Pink daisies and
Black-Eyed-Susans.

 Untitled 

Amber sweetness fading
To deep brown and bitter brew,
Half an inch of yesterday's tea.  

White-Out

Phantom,
The music building veiled
By snowfall. 

Plowed Snow

Smooth white and ridged
Shadows warring
Along the bank's speckled spine. 

Harp

Red on black,
On white on gold,
Wood grain and harpstrings
Harmonized in my embrace.

After Amanda Irwin's "Flight", Revised

Flight

Your heart pumped gently under

the curvature of my ear;

wings beating, low and deep.

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Sonogram 

After Amanda Irwin's "Flight" 

beat - the sound

of your tiny sister heart.

black and white blurs, face and feet,

teaching me how

to love you. 

After Christy Windhausen's Poem

Christy's Poem

click
goes the phone
click
goes the day

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Ten O' Clock Call

From Christy's Poem

ringing.

smile fades to blank

emotion,

my mother,

pressing the phone 

against her ear,

silent, she stares but 

is unseeing,

I watch and wonder who

has died. 

After Amanda Irwin's Poem "Flight"

Flight

 Your heart pumped gently under

the curvature of my ear;

wings beating, low and deep.

 _______________________________

Sonogram 

After Amanda Irwin's "Flight" 

 

 beat - the sound

of your tiny heart, sister.

black and white blurs, your face and your feet,

teaching me how 

to love you.

Image Poems for 2/5/13

Winter Sun

The sun

Hidden behind a cloud.

You can look straight into it, a blank

White eye. 

Music

Words foreign, yet

Beautiful.  Allegretto,

Pesante. Words felt

But not spoken

Are music notes on a page,

Black on White.

Old Sleeping Bag

Rolled, hidden

Beneath the bed like an

Aged memory,

The flowered fabric sleeps.

Pink daisies and

Black-eyed-susans.

It was my mother’s

When she was little. 

Untitled

Amber sweetness fading

To deep brown. Half an inch,

The tea left in my cup.

Laundry

Tumbled warmth, wine,

Teal and white. Towels

In need of folding. 

White-Out

Phantom,

The outline of the music building

Veiled by the gray gauze

Of snowfall.

Plowed Snow

Small hill beside the snow-

Dusted path,

One side touched by sunlight,

The other by ridged shadows.

A snow-bank. 

Harp

Red on black,

On white on gold.

Wood grain, harp strings

Together are harmonies.