Saturday, April 30, 2011

April 30

Crimson and loons on the lake,
ancient reflections calm, 


As if her father called,

she turns from beauty
into fading light,

 sapwood flexes,
a gap widens,

she steps through.

Friday, April 29, 2011

April 29

Stars of sky fall to earth.

He holds in his mouth
the alphabet of her name,
one more 

engine of the mind racing
on gleaming tracks of love.


Thursday, April 28, 2011

April 28


never completely dormant,
late at night
calling, like a strange bird.

And gradual awareness
There it is! Again!
distant, sounding like a train,
but easily ignored.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

April 27

She dislikes numbers:
a black hole with specs
like stars, continuously 
sucked in, heavy, out of sight.

Except zero,
outside it all,
holding all possibility
like hope.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

April 26

Eddie of corn snow,
ice sgraffito over a backed-up storm drain,
this crisp morning she decides
Beauty's consistently
somewhat out of place:
the stun of daffodils.

Monday, April 25, 2011

April 25

His accent slightly foreign
troubled her.

"Don't forget My cross."
She heard "...crows."

So she fed them,
tossed them her trinkets.

Endless sacrifice
begetting love.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

April 24. Resurrection Day: Jesus Saves.

Death's pendulum stills,
guilt spilt from the hourglass.
Exposed. She weeps,
sweeping the love with her hands
uncovering wings in the sand.


Saturday, April 23, 2011

April 23

She pulled on dirty socks
in solidarity with the disciples,
who anticipated Monday.
Stiff, dry and salty. 

Fishing again. Threading needles.
Darning holes.

Friday, April 22, 2011

April 22

It's the way of stories, she said,
trouble angles in slowly 
like night falling, 

needles between the shoulders,
the hero's unaware... 

Thursday, April 21, 2011

April 21

Deciding to lose 
the parts of her she didn't like,
she minimized expression,
smiled without showing teeth,
then disappeared into nothing.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

April 20

Rescued from certain death,
her back straightened.

Now sinew and spine curl,
in light of salvation's terms:
 surrender, even life.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

April 19

Dauntless, her spine curled,
trying to confound the irresistable 
urge to grow. 

Never mind everyone looked up to her.

April 18

Later that day she ran out of words.
Luckily, Silence had left tangible pauses
she could follow home.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

April 17

She saw it
and applauded raucously.

Even though twas perilously evanescent,
Heaven embedded itself in earth.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

April 16

Yes--she is
a true environmentalist,
only removing deadwood 
floating on reflective pools
of the eye.

(Matt 7:3-5)

Friday, April 15, 2011

April 15

The concept of a calendar:
Days lined up in formation
"Now" always in the way.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

April 13

An impatient listener
every evening
he danced with her
long sentences:
marriage knot.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

April 14

No idea where to land,
in the not too distant future
she looks back.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

April 12

The serpent waits, calm
as the shore,
shimmer and glisten, calling

Monday, April 11, 2011

April 11

She called it Answer
only because it presented itself
so elegantly.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Friday, April 8, 2011

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011

Na Po Mo

National Poetry month. A frightening call to arms for the non-wordsmiths among us. Fear not.

Rules for play: A photo and caption using as many words as the date. April 1--one word. Easy peasy.