Snow Day Play

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110202

OBLITERATED

When you're young
and take things literally,
news can be so cool!

"Yesterday it snowed.
Today there is no school."


[ASIDE: Original title was CANCELLATION
but readers tended overlook the import.]



ALONE TOGETHER

It’s true—the thought
that ought to be outrageous:
cabin fever is contagious!


BOOKING AGENT

From among the many beside my bed,
I chose a book—to back the torn-open
envelope on which I prepare to write.

Ethan, recognizing poem-mode
when he sees it, asks, “What’s up?”

“I’d been dreaming I was with Oprah
on her show, talking poetry;
that’s sure to launch a poem.”

Shifting my writing materials slightly,
I catch sight of the book’s title and its
implications: The Magic of Thinking Big.


FOUR-PHASE FROST

Kitty catches sight of snow.
Kitty says, “Me-oh!”

* * *
Kitty starts to pine and pout.
Kitty says, “Me-out!”

* * *
Kitty chills, in every paw.
Kitty says “Me-aw!”

* * *
Kitty sees the snow anew.
Kitty says, Me-eeewww!


THAT MY CAT

her a beauty
her a wonder
her got moods
like snow and thunder

her have fur
her make purr
when her run,
her just a blurr

when her sleep,
some sweet angel
when her stir,
some kinda devil

sometime share
sometime plunder
that my cat
some kinda wonder


CHILD AT HEART

Saying
that I love Her ways.

Asking
not to be afraid.

Believing
He is wise and true.

Curious
about taboo.

Gazing
at the world She made.

Hoping
I will stay amazed.

Thinking
He may be a fraud.

This is how
I play with God.


SNOWFLAKES

Like you—
we come,
we play,
we melt away.


WINTER SKY

I see blue;
icy blue.


NAMASTE

Here is where I am,
so here is where I start...
sharing who I am,
sharing from the heart.


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God and Mortality

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091229

WRITING AT ODD ANGLES

How I love a pencil
when I write in bed!
I can seldom count on ink
like I can count on lead.


WRITING TOOLS

Tonight,
I’m writing with a Papermate
Sharpwriter #2.

(Every paper needs a mate—
some sharp writer who
helps to maximize its worth,
bringing quickened thoughts to birth.)


BODY WRAP (for Ado)

When did my skin get so thin?
It’s like waxed paper crumpled
or an old silk-tissue sheath
I let get stained and rumpled.

[ASIDE: Although I was glancing at my own skin when
writing this, the poem when done aroused feelings of
connection with my friend and "adopted mother" Ado,
who recently died.]


091228

QUALIFICATIONS

You don’t have to kill yourself
looking for a job—at least not
the one that advertised:
"No expirence necessary."


THRILL OF A LIFETIME

When I went to Russia,
I walked the streets alone.

Well, who would want a
group or troupe
when one can walk alone?


LIGHT OF HEART (for Susan)

May we be thankful
today for the light,
which fills each of our lives
with love and delight
and, next to each sunspot,
shows all the more bright.

[ASIDE: Susan’s 10 most frequently used words on Facebook are:
thankful, today, may, little, more, our, which, sunspot, each, and light.]


PROSECUTORIAL IMMUNITY

If you are in a position
to stop a murder or other crime
and do nothing to prevent it,
you can be held liable
as an accessory to the crime—
unless, of course, you’re God.


CODE VIOLATION

I don’t enjoy washing cockroaches
down the drain and I suspect
they’re not thrilled either.
Why do I do what doesn’t make us happy?


CAVEAT PRE-EMPTOR

Here’s some advice,
straight on the level—
a bargain’s no bargain
that’s made with the devil.


ACE IN THE HOLE

Dad’s the king of comedy.
Mom’s a drama queen.
Brother—what a joker!

Our home is quite a scene.
(There are no guards
in this mental ward.)

In this place, I'm an ace.
I live in a house of cards.


CHILLED

Our bed is cold;
I'm about to freeze.
Come warm me up.
Come catch some zzz's.
Quit dallying—
you're such a tease!

“I guess I might—
if you’d said please!”


DIVINE INFERNAL

God is a heavenly
Being of love,
or so the scriptures tell.

His master plan
included man.
(What in hell
was He thinking of?)


091227

BE A PRO

Write as if.
That's your gift.

See it done.
Make it fun.
The odds against—
though stacked sky high—
are odds against
you must outfly.

Write as if.
That's your gift


091224

WASS AILING ME?

Christmas is here;
that time of hobnobbing.
All of my friends
are busy eggnogging.

I should feel cheer—
instead, I am sobbing
over a tooth
that set my jaw throbbing.

Wait! It’s come clear—
the cure for my flogging!
Drown it in beer.
Go glugging and grogging!


‘TIS THE NIGHT
BEFORE CHRISTMAS

I'm making a list,
checking it twice—
last minute shopping
for naughty and nice.


091222

IMPOUNDED

Bewildered--
that is my first impression
of the kennel occupants;
the dogs for whom life has
so abruptly changed.

I wonder, do they eventually
acclimate, resigning themselves
to concrete, gravel and chain-link?
Or is there even time for that?

Their bodies
express everything so candidly—
history, temperament, thought.

Love and pain co-reside in their eyes.

In this place, they receive
excellent care by caring people—
but they know, and we know
that life should not be like this.
This is not right.

We are brethren,
designed to be free—
following our hearts and noses
over the wide, wondrous,
sun-warmed earth—
not chain-linked to, or from, anything.


SEVEN WEEKS

People don't stay kid-cute long.
As for kittens, the window of cuteness
closes quickly.

At the shelter, animal discards
are caged and dated.
No matter their age now,
the young cats at pickup
were almost invariably
seven weeks old.
Something ended then
that can't be recaptured.


BARGAINER

Given time,
I swear I will.

Let me live
until until.


091221

THOU SHALT (for Ethan)

Hey, Yaweh!
Hey, Krishna!
Hey, Allah!
Who died and
made you God?

[ASIDE: I got to thinking about that strangely-worded
final sentence which is so often bandied about.]


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