Sunday, June 30, 2013

yay its here

Hapi drum is here
boing boing boingity boingity boing bong bong twang twangtwang  bing bing binnnnggg
tingtingtingting ting taing taing twingtwing tong tong bingbing binnnggg

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Too Much Rain, Too Much Rain (6WS)

Universal Gesture

she stands at the wndow
cradling her coffee cup
in both hands

something in a minor key
playing on the radio
makes her close her eyes
go quiet inside

she takes a sip of coffee
laced with music
outwaits the song
one more time

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Anticipation is always half the fun (6WS)

Waiting through a long cold winter and a long cold spring and a long cold June,   weeding and mulching and mucking about with plants (this goes here and where the hell are the onions, I know I planted them somewhere),  and suddenly realize you got what you wanted,  and all that hard work really did pay off

Finally bit the bullet and ordered the damn thing--this is all your fault, mr. lavalette,  and I'm very glad it is.
To save myself numerous anxiety attacks I have mentally scheduled this to arrive a month from  now. 


(Oh.  And sometimes in the middle of all that anticipation you forget to look up and understand that yes, this is right. This is where I wanted to be.  And isnt it lovely. )

Monday, June 17, 2013

Albert April 1994-June 2013

Came down stairs this morning and found him on the kitchen rug,  in his last sleep.   I buried him in the garden,  with a rock as a marker.   When I think of albert, I always think of these: 

This was his first encounter with catnip, many years ago

Sunday, June 16, 2013

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Saturday, June 15, 2013

It's Nearly Time For The Solstice (6WS)

                                                         For six months i row
                                                         toward this day
                                                         and then I sadly
                                                         row away

Monday, June 10, 2013

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Emergency Waiting Room? Bring a Book (6WS)

unless you're bleeding visibly when you go in,
or are not  in huge amounts of obvious pain,
even if the waiting room is empty, be prepared
to wait. An hour, sometimes, leaving you to wonder
what happened just before you got there
that has tied up the entire emergency room staff.
Your mind starts listening with both ears,
and you hear someone saying, 'burns all over her arms
and face" and you think, 'oh dear' and then you hear
that  rustle-thump of  feet running fast and quietly
somewhere. Suddenly your own scary problems
become less important and, cradling the beeper
in one hand, and the book in the other, settle
in to wait your turn.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Poem: Apostrophe

To Whom it May Concern

you are the nameless, the faceless,
the as-yet-to-be-announced
in wills and deeds, and in notices
that a spouse has left you
and you are no longer responsible
for their debts

you are the legal John Doe
encompassing the as yet unborn,
married, or divorced. All bases
are covered in your name.

the voice that belongs to the speaker
looking out over a crowd
at commencements, award ceremonies,
funerals, the meetings of heads of state
implying by his very tone that he is quite aware
of your presence in the audience,
gazing up breathless and awed
by his ponderous concepts.

the letter that comes addressed to 'BoxHolder',
"Current Resident" or "Present Owner"
and reads, intimately, "Dear Sir or Madam".

The greeting card couched in generalized passion
suitable for any lover, or in adoration that targets
any mother, anywhere, in a one-size-fits-all
tone guaranteed not to offend
even the most offensive recipient

Monday, June 3, 2013

New fawn and mother

The doe came out of the trees to the west and stood very still, watching. I thought, something is going on.  And sure enough about ten seconds later out came this little guy, not more than a day old. The mother let it nurse for about four seconds, then began to walk across the field while the fawn scrambled to keep up.

I tracked them as they walked across the front field, taking  pictures through the admittedly less than pristine windows.  At times she would pause just long enough to let the fawn nurse,  but the message was clear: learn

to keep up, or you'll starve.  Learn to stay close or you'll be food. 

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Everything is A Miracle

On the lawn, just under that pear tree, yesterday.  The shells belong to a sparrow or some other small songbird, since the ends barely fit over my little finger tip

Saturday, June 1, 2013