“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Co-habit
Coyotes call out
as my alarm
under the mourning doves
coo who
take shelter and shade themselves
for the sunrise says something
predictably ominous and
October or somber.
Today, together, we all rise,
pecking or rooting our way
to live through the next
far-off sounds
Encased in lives that spin
bodies that stir
the world around
in space and time.
The shadows these worlds cast
are not solid bodies and growth
gives off chemical cues
that like evaporation,
dew always dissipates
into tomorrow,
there and gone,
a scent of something passed.
Photo credit: National Park Service from USA, taken 8/2017 [Public domain].
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Electra en route
The skydiver sits with legs dangling
over some hazy sepia city, where white boulders
are really single-family houses.
The words in the sky-
The only open space-
mention the management of
Trust and Risk.
From the profile
I recognize the Roman nose and swollen lower jaw,
puffed up bottom lip.
The head is tucked in a leather helmet or bonnet
and thick black gloves meant for big jobs such as
holding on. The figure is slumped over, looks down.
I note how long it has been yet despite the gap
easily identified as the Pioneer Amelia Earhart;
whose good fortune in men and time
required no planning of retirement,
whose fate turned ill at forty-one,
whose security was not welded to stocks or
bonded to breed,
whose figure seems compatible
in that alien atmosphere,
who was never buried
whose sealed lips, stony gaze,
Pause one to wonder what she sees
in the shadowtrees painted below,
does this sky have depth perception,
or recognize
the Miss Appropriation, the mixed media,
the teetering between jump and fall,
I tear out
the full page newspaper advertisement
and fold it back into a paper plane.
"You haven't seen a tree until you have seen its shadow from the sky."-Amelia Earhart
Amelia Mary Earhart was born on July 24th in 1897, she disappeared in her plane Electra and was declared dead on January 5th, 1939.
1st photo of Amelia and her husband George Putnam taken 1931, By International News Photos (eBay front back) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
2nd photo By San Diego Air & Space Museum Archives [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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