PoemsPerDay

short form – April 28

Posted on April 30, 2015 by landl30

4.28.2015 [short form]

when the chirrups

from the pond stop

Danger, Will Robinson,

Danger

something is there.

—————-

Posted in poetry | Tagged awareness, danger, intuition, Lost in Space, quiet, signals, signs, threat | Leave a comment

when the chirrups stop – April 27

Posted on April 27, 2015 by landl30

4.27.2015

things suddenly go

quiet

sharp crisp quiet

at the sludge pond

when the chirrups stop,

the spring frogs

freeze.

something is there.

fox, coyote, predator

perhaps a human

has stepped too close

all bird trills, peeks,

shrieks stop.

there.

a large brown

shadow bulked hawk

swoops across

into the still.

until a swivel head

around, orange

treacle beak stare,

and flight

and sound reappears.

a brave small

voice, joined, joined

again. and the chirrups

restart.

Danger, Will Robinson.

here, there. but not

now.

———————-

Posted in poetry | Tagged awareness, danger, intuition, joy, knowledge, nature, pre-cognition, predators, quiet, senses, signals, signs | Leave a comment

quiet forevers – April 26

Posted on April 26, 2015 by landl30

4.26.2015

I sit in a pastel red

garden chair, breathing,

watching, feeling

the spring air,

chirrup, chirrup

surround from the

pond and quick

shock of screech

from a pheasant

a bird moves ever so

imperceptibly, and dog’s

large head rises and

stares, much as I do,

in simple experience.

we stare for quiet

forevers, then rise

to a hush.

———————

Posted in poetry | Tagged eternity, grace, mediation, nature, observation, pause, peacefulness, perception, quiet, quietude | Leave a comment

detroit – April 25

Posted on April 25, 2015 by landl30

4.25.2015

some cops burned

black businesses

in the riots

just to show

those people

not to get

uppity.

how down low

can you go

how sad

that we

forget.

—————-

Posted in poetry | Tagged civil-rights, compassion, corruption, Detroit riots, fear, justice, prejudice, remembrance | Leave a comment

sonorous voices – April 22

Posted on April 24, 2015 by landl30

4.22.2015

sonorous voices

almost too perfect

as if funereal was

a verb.

as in, to funeralize,

to speak smoothly,

beautifully, hopefully

with just the right

sob in the throat

and cheer-cheeked

peek into the sky.

i hope to not

cynicize just because

it does not fit my

emotive style.

tonight a pitch came

for animal hospice,

funereal for fido, with

unctuous phraseology

for which immigrants

drowning on over-

crowded boats of refuge

must think we’ve lost

our minds or way or

sensibility with our

first world problems

of sorrow while they

struggle for even a

crust of notice.

sonorous voices

almost too perfect,

as if funereal was

a verb.

but perhaps

I need

to lighten up.

we all deal with mortality

and God is smiling at us.

——————–

Posted in poetry | Tagged affluence, cynicism, death, first-world, funerals, God, humor, mortality, perspective, Pets, pomposity, refugees, third world | Leave a comment

old friends – April 20

Posted on April 21, 2015 by landl30

4.20.2015

I can’t do what you

do anymore, he

said

I’m just too tired,

too fuzzy.

Don’t wait for your

bucket list, she says,

after eighty it just

gets too hard.

And yet there they

both are, still getting

to the church, in the

car, down to lunch,

out.

Buckets filled, lives

moving, twinkle

in eyes even if

now part dimmed.

Alone in their apartments,

yet not. Still known and

knowing, still caring.

Doing what they can.

Well done.

——————–

Posted in poetry | Tagged aging, couples, friends, grace, journey, life, partners, persistence | Leave a comment

delicate intensity – April 19

Posted on April 19, 2015 by landl30

4.18.2015

the chiseled, tattooed,

pony-tailed chef

places paper thin

wafers of parsnip

onto stone platters

in patterns of three

the tweezers pluck

each from his hand

as if from fairy dust

with delicate intensity.

then a dot of creme fraiche,

another of tomato torte

and just the tiniest sprig

of butter lettuce leaf

in inverse proportion

to his own

massive frame.

later at the gym he

will move the weight

positions with similar

exactitude

a macro life breathed

into, observed,

enacted

at the micro level.

——————————-

Posted in poetry | Tagged chef, focus, food, intensity, micro-macro, preparation, proportion | Leave a comment

holocaust -the bondage of death – April 17

Posted on April 18, 2015 by landl30

4.15.2015

a long slick narrow bridge

over waters filled

with death

hate filled people gleeful

in pot-shotting

at random victims

a gauntlet of terror

each movement

only forward

unsure if the next

moment will be

the halted step

and tumble,

yet at bridge’s

end landfall

war torn windows

with killers

from above

merciless still.

beneath the brick

an abandoned room

to hide

a young marauder

enters for prey

and struggle

in which prey

turns, wrestles

to top

and in hard, twisting

longer than expected,

grasp

breaks the neck

of the pursuer

becoming

in turn, a killer.

in new company now

can he be trusted

or will

the blood taste

turn him

to lust for more.

fear, mistrust, anxiety

engage.

who will deliver us

from this bondage

of death?

—————————

Posted in poetry | Tagged anxiety, courage, cry, danger, death, despair, fear, flight, genocide, holocaust, mistrust, plea, Prayer, refuge, sin, struggle, violence, war | Leave a comment

travail – April 16

Posted on April 17, 2015 by landl30

4.16.2015

clog footed chefs,

hoopa sized beer steins

and dot sized dishes

that singe and sing

and lift the senses

to new enjoyments

of the pleasures in

creation.

travail indeed. blessed

work, effort, burden

of wonder.

—————

(in honor of Travail Kitchen and Amusements, Robbinsdale, MN)

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

hard rains – April 15

Posted on April 16, 2015 by landl30

4.15.2015

hard rains drive down

upon grounds ready

to receive

seeds, weeds and

all in between

bless

the falling.