deftly

Understand, that one hand at a hip,

The other determined to a clench,

Doesn’t make me  mad,  or wide awake

Within intensity, or Right there at clarity.

I maybe,  I might say that definitely,

left with me..what gets done,

                                                It’s not deftly.

 

 

Of course,  What happens…Another matter.

When nature mothers me through the storm,

Without my hand near

Hot  Chaos Stew  splatter.

It’s wrong for my strong hand

To gauge the guts of what’s in the  Maelstrom,

Maybe wrong for this voice

to chime at all, with my noise,

with nature’s song sung, so deftly.

 

Worship

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

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.

lie nightmare I might share

this time, in this dream,

when I would finally leave

a party of mostly faces

and partly too costly embraces,

on a porch out back

I see a swirl of charcoal

an  act

of black air

over our fields

found while prowling for irony

        GENTLEMAN

15 years back

Just as she was leaving their liason

He stretched his chest up

from disheveled futon sheets

to kiss her in his trailer,

She exclaimed

She made it clear

She was a type of lady

to his gentleman, in her mind;

“You Will  be walking me to my car”.

Though a gentleman;

“Maybe you talk to your soon to be ex-husband

Just like that, but I ain’t him, nor his dog”.

And somehow since

they were still young in.. their recent relationship,

She changed back to “I was kidding”.

15 years on

Right in the only twenty minutes of hard rain

                              in too many weeks

He walked her, beside her, and her under her bright umbrella,

to her car in their driveway

in the middle of the night

as he always did when he was home.

Safe to her car,

he returned to their home,

All his clothes soaked to his flesh,

His hair in his face,

he stood it stone still on the quiet  lit  doorstep

turned and watched her back out

and drive off. He toweled off some inside

and expected her call.

Oils

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.

leg lifts just before those swift train doors close; an exercise

The next step/ waiting maybe wrong

                                               in dark matter

An other thing/ a rung on a dark ladder

A nothing/

As it happens/ not to happen

The next step/ leg stiff/ fixing to flex

to a leg lift/

I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions

To move me to move/

given/ attention enough

to move on/ away from the station

 

Fifth Of November

“Remember… the 5th of November”    –John Lennon, from “Remember”

 

           FIFTH  OF  NOVEMBER    -  -ESTER MORGAN, from “Beyond Calling Distance”

I draw the curtains, turn the TV up.

The dog’s already cringing, despite a shot

to calm her down. She trembles

 

like the cringing on a lampshade

as a distant earthquake starts.

Hair-trigger hearing; she barks

 

as the postman changes gear

a mile from home, cocks her head

at the silence before the phone rings.

 

She senses storms hours in advance,

cowering as the wind roars and flattens

fields of corn in the distant Borders.

 

Now her ears, fine-tuned into the dark,

are flickering, picking up the spurt

of each struck match, the sizzle of fuses.

 

She creeps into my lap, her tremor

thrilling through my ribs, I croon

It’s alright, but she’s deaf

 

to comforting. Her eyes slide sideways

showing their whites. I see clouds

scarfing the moon like gun smoke

 

a crowd of pale faces lifted to the sky,

children covering their ears

ready to scream.

 

After A Flutterby Fancy

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.

Additional examples

Hell  Yeah

Zelda/ had to add to

“Under the influence”

When sensible went all to hell

& her man meant to write it right

“Tender Is The Night”.

 

 

 

It’s no joke

That when Yoko

Rocked his world

(All the while he

Rocked his world)

The melodies weren’t maladies

There was healing

Shared   with feeling

From a hard man

Bent  by  tender.

                                                                          for S.