Nuit Blanche February’s snow buried midnight And swallowed one a.m. in subsequent flurries Monday’s second hour Like one of Ilium’s layers Ruined Awaits its inexorable interment Atop the wrecks of its predecessors – Zumwalt (19 February 1979,Washington, DC)
Decline and Fall Chilled and solitary I feel the Fall A season flickering A time cooling Summer’s dissolute heat and aureate fury Quenched In long shadows Darkly déjà vu Gibbon scents the dusk Crisp disquiet Suddenly October has pierced the city Like Alaric’s Goths Rude and barbarous Yet In its gusty fury Lustral – Zumwalt [...]
Letter from Grad School By way of prolegomena Of arms and the man I sing Of a man with arms And hands, for that matter And nothing that matters to do with them But push gliding yellow felt pens Across the faceless fees Of physicians Dealing the New Deal daily, deftly To the deaf shipbuilders [...]
Afternoon Off Muscling for the right of way With horn-blast exclamations Traffic mutters its scat song score The sun today Like most days Doesn’t shine postcard gold and honeyed It glares Through the inversion layer A klieg light in a smoky cabaret But Just the same it warms The square Sprawled on the grass Midtown [...]
Black with Sugar Loam-dark A mellow companion, rich Whose waving vapors indicate The only friendly warmth in this Orange-and-yellow plastic always open Tabernacle Silent on the Formica Sweet Latin scents caress the senses Softening Blows from the nicotine grayness And insipid ceiling-speak Muzak Smooth and sepia Spirals down the throat, wet, warm For a moment [...]
Beach Café Chiming glassware Lusty laughter and liquid murmurs Midsummer night in Balboa In the dream-dark Charcoal curls spiral from the tables Writhing arabesque and rococo Like nomads’ campfires. Detached Sphinx-like From a darker corner enclave I survey the scene sucking my mug of java Black and bitter. The bartender Grins through a wizard’s beard [...]
The New Year is upon us. Toss your hat into the ring for one or both of these challenges. Looking forward to reading your journal of your thoughts on fellow blogger poems or established poet’s poems. Click on Mr. Linky to see the journals I have started and any others added since this post. I think its [...]
Journal for Poetry Challenge #7 DAY 1: Jan, 1, 2012 Her Kind by Anne Sexton Poems sometimes are created in one session, but most of the great ones, take many drafts. It has been noted that this poem took 19 drafts over the course of a week but before those 19 drafts this existed as [...]
Journal for Poetry Challenge #8 WEEK 1: Jan, 1, 2012 Ladder by Ethel Mortenson Davis The persona of this poem, innocent and trusting, wonders if the Tarantula, a symbol of entrapment can provide the means necessary to leave our earthly prison. The poet here as chosen a tarantula, more or less the biggest of spiders, appropriate for [...]
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