The anemones
choke the delphiniums
to prove my absence
The claws, the protest --
in five minutes she is curled
a purring comma
beside my guilty conscience
--
Oh! Mosquito bite
on my scalp, I cannot
wash you away!
--
The artist's struggle --
A restless finger blurring
wakefulness from sleep
--
Winnepesauke:
my friends and husband text me
Cold today, they say
We fell asleep listening
to the cry of the loons
--
I click the shutter
on my old paintings and find
myself in the lens.
--
Unmistakable
the homeless man sees it first --
the wet crimson stain
--
A rare rainy day --
a question in the spaces
between dawn's grey clouds
--
Aging bananas
the two last yellow peaches
and three fast fruit flies
Those are good!
I especially like the cat one, of course. Since we are going away and I look forward to my greeting when I return.
Ramona curled up on my pillow.
Posted by: Sharyn | September 11, 2012 at 06:56 AM
The artist's struggle: channeling Walden's sleepers!
Posted by: marly youmans | September 13, 2012 at 08:45 AM