Poetography

HOVERING DANCE 

Still me, ruby throat,

encourage corporal silence

for me, the antidote   Hummingbird CP

to life’s frenzied din. 

 

I’ll trust your watchful

glances to guard us both, and

cultivate a mental

myopia. My

 

goal of quiescence

is in your thumb-sized shimmer

and your hovering dance

of inspection: if

 

I settle my mind

enough to calm my body,

you’ll land, then we’ll both find

gifts in the stillness.

 

REFILL

Refill

 

LAWN

Lawn poem on pic final single blade

 

MAMA

Spring’s first buttercups

bobble on her smooth glide’s wake.

Her protective watch creates an otherworld

stable on these mercurial waters, and penetrates

the periphery for violators her young will learn

to know. But not now. Now

they slide along safely on quicksilver

and her ethereal plane of motherhood.

 

mama goose

 

2/3

Two Thirds

 

RELOCATED (commissioned piece for Cari Favole)

Relocated

The “New Dawn” theatre used to stand not far my sister’s house, but was recently torn down to be moved and renamed. In it’s place, she tells me, will go a typical suburban strip mall. As she was driving to work she glanced at the rubble and was struck by the contrast of the beautiful mural still standing among the debris: creativity holding on.

FOG WALKING

Fog walking pic with poem final

 

GARDEN SENTINEL

Garden Sentinel