Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Rush Hour

It is not daytime anymore, and stars
these days have ceased to complicate the sky.
Our lesser lights are earthly. Rivers of cars
now mark the times, and we are measured by
how well we wrap ourselves around the flow
of the bright bedazzling rhythms here below.


'City Lights' photo (c) 2013, Brett Florence - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/






Thursday, April 25, 2013

Tree of Knowledge

Wise serpents call, eternal fall from grace
still tempts with sweetly scientific fruit.
Bright gleaming walls, majestic tall the place
where babbling exiles search for Eden's loot.
    But oh, the spoils are spoiled in the quest,
    our toil a foil for our desired rest.

 'Growing Olives' photo (c) 2009, Stew Dean - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

In which we are very busy teaching a certain someone some boundaries....

This morning I was sitting in my chair,
eating eggs and drinking breakfast tea,
when one small boy with tousled sandy hair
came down the stairs and sat on top of me.

He took my fork into his little hand,
and told me that I ought to move my book
lest it get wet; who knows where eggs might land,
and anything nearby might get some gook.

I thanked him for his sweet consideration,
and offered to saute an egg for him,
but much to my surprise and consternation,
he looked at me as though I'd grown quite dim

and motherhood had turned my brains to fluff;
THAT was his egg, and one egg was enough!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Piraeus

You came with me, down into the world
of flux and change, the edge of the wine-dark sea.
You rose before dawn's blossoming had pearled
the sea-grey clouds, yearning for the free
expanse of pure and undistracted thought.
I held you, pleading: keep the discourse here.
Compelled by love, you stayed, and so we sought
to build our city of words between the dear
distractions: sippy-cups, reflux, and change
another diaper. Under brooding night
we'd fall exhausted, chafing at the range
to which we now resigned our minds' poor sight.
    Yet in these letters large we found the soul,
    written in each part as in the whole.



'Piraeus_8619' photo (c) 2008, flink's - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

Monday, April 8, 2013

Temptation

This my purgatory, pulsing words.
My forlorn pen looks out across the room,
all strewn with leaves, and splashed about with ink.
Minerva glides seductive through the groves,
and twines herself about the double tree.
The salty fruit still haunts my silent tongue
as I tidy up for dinner.


'Bontia daphnoides' photo (c) 2010, David  Eickhoff - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Monday, April 1, 2013

Of Fact and Matter

This, the ephemeral stuff of change
amid dancing waves of particulate light,
miniature galaxies holding their charges
suspended in mystic invisible flight.

Profound with the force of a lover's embrace
forever uncaught by the scientist's chase
for if we hold firm that they state the true case
the seen is, and must remain, unseen at core:
we know but a little, but little is more
than we can, because light
(whatever it one day turns out to have been)
changes all.