Friday, October 24, 2014

wanting

wanting
maybe not needing
maybe not necessary for happiness
but needling in the back of your mind
this wanting.
wanting to be seen
wanting to be heard
wanting to be included
wanting to be
valued,
not because you are an old boy,
or part of the club, the right gender,
the right height, the right class and race,
but because
you just are.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

reach for the glow

it's dark except for the glow at the horizon
an orangey, reddish, yellowish splotch of color,
we jog along the sidewalk together until I release her
to  bound like a rabbit through the grass, pausing to
pull worms out from their sleepy nests underground.
I hate to get up early, the darkness lingering over us,
pulling a coat over my small shoulders,
until we get out and can cross the road,
normally so busy, now empty and run
towards the grass, then crossing the creek
she disappears to find unmentionables to eat
and I admire the trees and the glow of
the sun high up there, the fallen leaves
that crunch under my feet.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

one note at a time

so many notes
crescendo and decrescendo,
so many to mess up, too shrill, the vibrato
not quite right, it's faster than the pulse of nature
the audience turns away.
one note at a time, the perfect note
that shows up one day, and lingers a couple more
only to disappear at the weekend when another
note pops up beautifully and fades away
until in three weeks, three notes show up
together, and in another month, there
are four, then five, and a full line
of music speaks to them and they
turn towards the musician
and she turns towards them.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The sounds of Io


in the darkness of space
we hear the groans of Io
perhaps complaining of neglect,
only a small group of scientists
admires her beauty.
the rest of us gaze at computer
screens and listen to Cold Play
or the Rolling Stones,
we are lost under our street
lights, ignorant of the sounds
and sights of the unknown.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Bride and Groom and Pup


I can put away the books
on wedding vows and bridal planning,
save a soft copy of the wedding ceremony,
return the foldable tables and punch bowl.
it's official, bride and groom and pup
all joined into one family,
a happy family with room for friends
and family, poetry, flute and saxophone,
only what to do with all the extra beer
and buns...
another party
sans white dress and tux.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Two bouquets

two bouquets, one for the bride, 
one for the maiden of honor,
now the day is gone, the sun has set
but I smell the roses in my study
and remember the softness of her voice,
the warmth of her skin, her smile,
her curls, all of my daughter, my
maiden of honor, roses to remember
her by as she flies over darkened plains
to her home, so far away from me.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Beautiful in Burgundy

she's beautiful in burgundy, eggplant
is delicious when she makes it,
sweet and tender, the salt takes away
the bitterness.
look at her shoes, the color of pale roses
and pearls caress her collar bones.
she is of me, this one, this beauty
and she will lead the way this time,
I will trail her in a beautiful 
white gown.