Posted in family, poetry, structured on March 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
(To answer Pauline’s question
the folding mirror poetic form goes as follows:
three words
two words
four words
line of nondescript length (the hinge of the mirror)
four words
two words
three words.)
Tonight’s example:
Expecting to return
enlightened some,
somehow aged. Adult daughter.
instead I offer a tea stained smile, tighter jeans.
Mother’s crossword puzzle blanks:
French words
waiting for me.
Posted in haiku, humorous, poetry, structured on March 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Lenten promise went:
no red meat for 40 days.
Lunch, pork fried rice. Whoops.
Posted in family, poetry, structured on March 18, 2009 | 2 Comments »
You can remember
the difference
between “dessert” and “desert”
with mnemonic devices about “S”s.
Dessert: I always want
seconds. Desert:
Let’s go once.
.
.
(As a kid, I was a terrible speller. Playing with the “folding mirror” poetic form.)
Posted in haiku, poetry, structured on March 16, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Woke from a bad dream
this morning after a night listen-
ing to the city whistle badly.
Posted in tribute on March 16, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Sing happy birthday like it’s hallelujah.
This is a once in a lifetime kind of feature, the kind granted to a young woman on the morn of her adulthood.
For Miss Pauline Diaz, happy birthday.
How perfect is it that it’s an overcast and rainy day.
Posted in reflect, spare "oh"s, things other people have said or told me, visual stimulation on March 12, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Quotes taken out of context:
“Eating is like an S-curve; you’re so hungry the food just gets better and better until you’re full and then it peaks out and goes downhill… until dessert arrives.”
“We can drop out, skip finals, start a hippy commune. Peace and love… I like you.”
“The dog went visiting at 2 AM again.”
“At [...]
Posted in free verse, poetry on March 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
There speaks
generations of persecuted peoples
in his hair,
slang turned poeticism.
Strength found in the proteins,
the Torah’s Samson with a permanent. I’ll take
and I’ll clutch
the locks,
tight like some Venetian merchant
frugal and mean, to gain wealth
or I shall
try to be careful with this new currency
in this declining market
But instead
I handle his curls
the same as my summer paychecks,
spent all by [...]
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