Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Grandma Posts a Picture

Noise is
other than
you singing a
grandson song.

Hands fan, flying
smile joins a new tooth
to the sky

Rubber legs jangle.
Half sized slippers
grip the tumble not

Fascinating fingers
in the mouth 
treasured. The mind opens,
as wide as these eyes.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Hip Hope

I asked the inkster
if Chinese rock stars
get the ABC's
tattooed on their neck. 

Scripture scrawled
on my bicep
set up
preaching to  pierced
hearts and sugar plum dragons.

We had to abbreviate Matthew 10:38
to accomodate my skinny arm.

Should've went for Luke 14:27,
but I don't like to read ahead.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Doe Eyed Decimal System

Flirting in libraries
we thought whispers

Just a page, turning slowly,
was enough to unbind

A note, folded
close as a boat,
sails the table.

The guardian angel eyes
of comings, and goings,
deep as the marked aisles.

Our love of books
at the ready, in case
romance is only a category.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Sound Reason

The surf trolling,
a foghorn, slight off season

Children yip across a stone wall
as an engine whipples downhill.
My wife's crisp
pages in the sun. Even a crow.

If that pink cloud,
just before dinner,
is real,
the one next to it, is not.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Stir Sir

In kitchen butterfly,
unusual any season,
but January, the twenty first?

We moved lettuce
and lemon tree inside
to frustrate frost,
the night poet.

I stirred onions from a chair,
book opened to steamed glasses,
yellow tinged wings
opened over the salt bowl.

Happy birthday father,
dead, just short of one hundred years.

Every wish comes true,
when it flits by

Monday, January 14, 2013

Song Bark

Wintered leaves rattle
at apple branch end,
the lone music makers
in the life of the tree.

Delayed rendevous
gives me glimpse
of a natural chorus

Jesus said, "The very stones
will cry out..."

Bus stop arbor
doing its best.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Beast of Eden

Quails startle
and fan to the roof,
even without the dog
I'm a terror to the locals.

Defending broccoli
it's me versus the cabbage beetle,
St. George and the dragon.

Any fight I manage is habit 
against prescribed preference,
the stuff of New Year's.

Circumstance and luck,
false Fahrenheits,
the progress of surrender
is light lengthening days.

What God wants,
God gives.

What I take,
is time
to face returning.