A bird must have dropped this bud as it was far from either pomegranate tree on my property. Lovely here, abandoned on the rainy stone of the terraza.
Author Archives: lifelessons
Special Delivery
Special Delivery
Fetch the doctor and bring him home.
I’m giving birth to a new poem.
If he gives you the runaround,
I guess I’ll be hospital-bound,
for I’ve got fever, cramps and chills
that can’t be cured by any pills.
I’m falling into a big pit
and I can’t get rid of it.
The lacuna waits for me.
It is the well of poetry
that I’ll fall into if no saint
comes to rid me of the taint
of words that rhyme or words that don’t.
I fear that if the doctor won’t,
surely I’ll be ripped apart
by narratives that must depart.
They’ve been gestating so long
that I fear something will go wrong.
So call the doctor. Tell the fellow
that my fingers have gone yellow
from the words that can’t get out.
I’m getting rheumatism, gout.
I’ve got a mass within my heart
and I don’t know how best to start
to free the words that must be born—
that from my body must be torn.
Womb and brain and heart and spleen
stuffed full but yearning to be lean.
Emptied of words, stripped to the core,
then I”ll have room to sprout some more.
For though I grow the poems right well
and have fine stories I can tell—
although I’m bursting with the stuff,
I know that words are not enough.
For years they have been telling me
it’s all in the delivery.
Prompt words are fetch, runaround, chills, yellow and lacuna.
Photo by Freestocks on Unsplash.
Hibiscus in Rain: FOTD June 20, 202l
Helpmate
I treasure your good nature—your kindnesses and grins.
How you do not fustigate me for my many sins.
You tackle my complexities and understand my meaning,
sort through my poor excuses and somehow end up gleaning
positive from negative, just remembering what
in any lesser person would be the details cut.
You bring out the best in me so I’m a better man—
living by not what I did but by what I can.
You help me aim for goals that without you I’d disdain,
constantly reminding me of what I can attain.
Prompt words are tackle, treasure, fustigate, category and glean
Gardening in the Rain
Gardening in the Rain
It started with a gentle tug
to trim a succulent from a jug
stuffed full with hardy hens and chicks
but tugs turned into pulls and picks
Until the pockets of my pants
and both my hands were full of plants.
By then, I was already soaked,
for as I pushed and pulled and poked,
the storm that had been gentle drops,
turned into pelts and then to plops.
Since cool rain was a respite from
days of heat and glaring sun,
I loitered some along the way
to see what new additions lay
along the path that stretched between
the lower garden where I’d been
and the house far up above—
that toasty place—that cushy glove.
But then there was that empty pot
(whose jade plant we’d moved to the lot)
where there was dirt but plants were not
and all those cuttings I’d just got
stuffing my pockets, filling hands.
Can you see how the plot expands?
Thus it went that for an hour
I stood there in the soaking shower
restoring beauty to the pot
where formerly beauty was not.
Then, dripping in my sopping clothes,
I used my sleeve to swipe my nose
and shed my clothes all at the door,
tracked wet prints across the floor,
hung up wet clothes and dried my skin,
then used the towel to wrap me in,
and meant to dress and have a meal,
but couldn’t help it, had to steal
to the window for one look more,
then opened up the sliding door,
and, one hand clasping tight the towel,
I headed out with garden trowel
to add if needs be one plant more
to the pot planted before.
I love gardening in the rain.
and see no reason to abstain.
With no sun to scorch my skin,
no reason to remain within.
And since I loved where i had been,
What I did once, I did again.
(Click on photos to enlarge and read captions to hear the rest of the story.)
Mall Mode
Mall Mode
Shopping malls and market finds are sites of great commotion.
They thrive on hype and slick techniques and tactics of promotion.
They are keen on chicanery that brings you in to buy.
You simply cannot wait to get your portion of the pie.
Pizza Huts and Burger Kings vie for your attention
if you seek a little break to ease the shopping tension.
But you must know the lingo that goes with hot new styles.
The modern world depends on more than simply fashion’s wiles.
When you see a friend’s dope shoes as well as her new hat,
you know enough to call them goat and not to call them phat.
Prompts today are market finds, keen, technique, chicanery and promotion. I might even try to squeeze in some prompts from Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Her prompts today are: “hat,” “hit,” “hot,” and “hut.” Image by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash, used with permission.
Heart of the Matter: FOTD June 19, 2021
Obelisco (Hibiscus) FOTD, June 18, 2021
Lift
Click on photos to enlarge.
Lift
You burn the air with tail and wing,
not thinking about anything.
Each lift of pinion simple, sure,
anonymous, unplanned and pure.
No slipshod planning, everything
insures facility of wing.
Each barb, each shaft composed with care
made less of matter than of air.
We only guess. We do not know,
what hand has engineered it so,
merely wonder at its might
as we watch your easy flight,
lifting up with ease most rare
by miracle of wing on air.
Nature Lesson (A Discourse with Bee and Hummingbird)
Nature Lesson
(A Discourse with Bee and Hummingbird)
It has a beauty most divine,
that flower swinging from the vine,
and yet the hummingbird and bee
come not to ogle but to dine.
The flower swinging from the vine
has a nectar sweet as wine
with a savor most divine.
And yet the hummingbird and bee
must know that it belongs to me—
theirs not to savor but just to see.
Come not to ogle but to dine?
It seems the lesson learned is mine.
What nature’s given is also thine.
For the dVerse Poets Trimeric Prompt
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