The Marathon journey continues. Search under the category Day Trip Poetry Marathon 2018 for earlier entries.
At Montco’s Brendlinger Library today, February 22, and a gray dark morning with a light sprinkle of rain, more coming. On the way, Ambler, PA:
Yesterday’s weather was April-like; today we are back to February, though a nice mild day – in the 40’s F. I’ll take it.
I settled down on the main floor. The library seemed quieter than usual; was I early? I wondered, but no, it was a little before nine AM, my usual time. I got things set up.
I found a table with an outlet below it. My plug sits down here and watches everyone’s feet amid the forest of chair legs and table supports. Interesting way to spend a day, on the floor under a table?
All right. The poetry part. I continued my experiment in editing poems at an earlier time – I did it at home yesterday. As I’ve said, I’m inching toward expansion of poetry sessions.
Today I wrote new poems; added to my artist sketchbook project; worked on a Minuscule; and of course did Little Vines. Let’s get to the poems.
I saw this scene on my way to the library today.
Flat composition sky
wash gray monochrome
matte black crow drawing a line across
horizontal slight slant downward and left
wings extended himself a series of triangles
skinny strong legs bent V-shape
toes flared out
big personality thrown in with a bold brush
A couple of poems for my small artist sketchbook in progress.
Her grim face
but it doesn’t mean
just wet feet
small brown dog barks big happy
forget those wet feet
makes words and those words
grow into green sentences
good and true and strong
I like to do crossword puzzles. Here is a poem inspired by a recent effort.
I get out my pen.
I love the world
a new puzzle brings along
the words bumping up against each other
fallen in with each other
passengers pushing on to the bus
heedless of order and
they make their order
hit upon it
in the lines of
Suitable orbs, those corpuscles, and
Saviors sauté in muscle shirts
Do you need a voucher for this lei?
OPEC on tap for your automobile
Sassy pliers ski the Sinai
Icepack Violet, roller derby star.
Obfuscation ruined the vista
but spared the icing on the Alp.
The tureen caters
the leader is partisan
Julius Caesar drives a Cajun Acura
Anton Tuscaloosa and Luna Larue visit
their aristocratic cousin, Ascot Santana.
Across and down
streets of this town
traffic streams past
Stand at any intersection
stick out your hand
holding a pen
Catch a ride
Now, Little Vines.
when you leave well-enough alone
the fading truth
cannot extinguish the denial
sure let’s tell a few jokes the boss said
as much as you don’t want to hear them
Let’s get familiar with exploitation
here it is, a decision to make
you have everything but a sink full of soapsuds
and you want that too?
my anti-fatigue strategies:
never answering the phone
are you ready to forgive yourself
accept things as they are
steer yourself back home?
ease out into the traffic
streets washed by the blue moonlight
it’s late it’s maybe too late
sure, all dancers are agile
I’m a human being not a lizard
a creative person
doesn’t reject those purple thoughts
sews them into a slinky evening dress instead
all I know is never become a spider
unless a mincing hurried shuffle
comes naturally to you
I still have a human soul
running out of time just like you
egalitarian foolishness in the office
what is the world coming to
when we all have cubicles of the same size?
what other syllables will I speak
when the rhythms call my name
and the leaves blow in the breeze?
from the kindergarten class
learning to tie their shoes
Thank you for reading! See you next time.