Inside a flower
Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
Morning Light
Archive for the ‘poem’ Category
A round fountain
Saturday, May 9th, 2009Something round for mother’s day.
and a poem about fishing in Florida.
Sea Islands of Sargasso in brown clumps.
He turned his eye
toward my eye and
the world was silent
as we waited,
hardly breathing,
then the fish pulled
swimming to free himself.
It fought for it’s life,
reflecting streaks of blue
to green and gold
to yellow and gray
but soon fish blood dripped
onto a white plastic deck
and a heart beat
replaced a pulse
and internal functions
stopped in the Gulf Stream
off Islamorada, Florida.
The smell of diesel fumes
mixed with salt spray
and constant vibrations
surrounded one horizontal
line meeting another
in the color
of the gulf stream;
clear blue liquid
going down forever
into quiet dark places.
There’s that smell
of old wood and sea air,
rotting line and diesel fuel
floating up from below deck.
Six people remembered to try to smile
and watched the mate
working non stop
re-baiting, re-rigging and tying a new lure.
As he looked for another secret
that unlocked the flood gates of fish song.
Better than gold - eatable
Sunday, April 19th, 2009
This leek was heading into the pot for some great potato soup.
Relationships
White onions
in a hot black skillet,
browning, steaming,
hissing inside.
Donations
Saturday, April 11th, 2009
How much money will it take? The government should install fountains like this all around the country.
River below, metal above
Cookie dough dripping
From my jaw.