Sunday, July 24, 2011

Slam Drunk

I wrote this a little more than a year ago. Unfortunately, I don't think the climate has changed.

Slam Drunk

Our society has become slam drunk.
We no longer disgree, we destroy.
We cannot merely take exception,
we must totally tear down.
We have an all or nothing
attitude on every issue.
Nothing will progress
unless we all begin
to focus on our best interests
instead of our best insults.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Heat Lightning

Summer has hit the midwest full blast. The following is based on a true story.

Heat Lightning

Out in the city
in July
when a flash
lit up the sky.
"Just heat lightning,"
said one guy.
Heat turned liquid
in the blink
of an eye.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Family Quartet

This poem is a snapshot of my siblings and I.

Family Quartet

Two boys
Two girls
Two brown eyed
Two blue eyed
Two dark haired
Two light haired
Two right-handed
Two left-handed
Now, just two

Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Resting Place

My poem "The Resting Place" is included in a group of Memorial Day poems published in The Rusty Truck ezine.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Next Step

This is another poem that came from a news story. This one was about someone young who made a serious mistake.

The Next Step

One slip into disaster
It couldn't happen faster
One choice can start
to tear a life apart
Soon the time will come
to face what has been done
Another choice comes into play
The path to take the rest of the way
Summon the courage you will need
to go forward at your own speed
Don't let one wrong step you take
be the last mistake you make.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

In His Garden

Today's posting is an ekphrastic poem, one inspired by another art form. The inspiration is the Water Lilies triptych by Claude Monet that includes panels owned by the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, the Cleveland Museum of Art and the Saint Louis Art Museum. The three panels are being exhibited together for the first time in more than 30 years through the cooperation of the three museums. The inspiration for Monet's paintings of water lilies was the artist's own garden in Giverny, France.

In His Garden

In his garden,
the artist
created
in water.
In his garden,
the artist
discovered
a lifetime
of work,
transferring
impressions
from water
to oils.
In his garden,
the world
found an
iconic image
where oil
and water
mix perfectly.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Memories

I wrote this poem for a friend who was moving out of town, but I also shared it with the grief support group with which I volunteer. I think we always have to "start anew" after a loss and look to our memories to support us.


Sadly, I will miss a comment on this poem and all those going forward. My sister died suddenly at the end of March. She was a special part of my journey into writing poetry and I will carry her with me as I continue on.


Memories


Carry us with you

as you start anew

and we will always

be part of you.

When you need to laugh

or can't help but cry.

When the joy overwhelms

or the hurt undermines.

When you need support

or support others needs.

When the challenges grow

or the triumphs exceed.

Call on us often

no matter the mood

and we will always

be there for you.