Worship
November 18, 2009
It’s time to say
It’s just possible
I should be able
Not should, but would
Be able
To surrender some.
Surely if I needed to
I would be able
To plea,
To tip my big head
Down so that my POV could no would
Pan down to the gravel
I would be able to fall to,
& plea
As shooting stars
May or may not show
& please me
Back
November 17, 2009
if the dark warms enough
to share a shame
it’s a lark when it’s only
a hairswidth difference to mercifully
fall on sympathetic ears or
fall further to a pathetic lonely.
if the dark warms enough
a good friend would be to blame
it’s a lark when it’s only
a spider’s web difference from night or
black inner rooms way back
where only a good friend
can lead you best to less lonely.
Oils
November 10, 2009
I damn near
drove off the interstate.
At very late in a night,
That every fate told me to
Look Right to
A dawn near.
Nature’s Beauty forced me off course.
Nature’s Beauty saves me of course.
After A Flutterby Fancy
November 4, 2009
There’s been a unfocused fire
Before the rhododendron,
Like off a roadway, on a hot day,
A unfocused fire
Blurring this entire English garden.
Bumble birds and humming bees,
Warm words tumbling, tumbling on great grass.
Late last night it wouldn’t cease;
The dream is in the English sun.
I took cream in my steaming , strong tea.
Virginia, Leonard Woolf I could see
With her lot
Iris Murdoch & John I could see
With her lot
Barrie and Carroll
Knelt on all fours
For hours
Playful, cerebral somehow.
I’m thinking, As I burrow my brow
Rough for this pillow
I’ll settle, Right now, Near the shade of that willow
& succumb to cats on a lawn
& three secret facts of tea roses.