First Impression
I did not want to run away.
So, I read a poem to a homeless lady by a water fountain in a park.
“Thank you,” she said,
“It was over forty years since anyone read a poem to me.’’
She started to cry.
Spring Poem II
She reads a poem
Soft slow like a bud
Opening into a flower…
Is This a Love Poem?
I play with colors when I feel blue.
I want to turn orange as a moonlit night,
with stars, silver spangled white, in the blackness of night.
I want to ride on glazed turquoise, purple ripples of the sea.
I want vibrant green in a variegated garden shining brightly.
I want pussy-willow soft gray to linger.
I want ginger red lips, and pink tongues locked deep,
like dovetail construction of exceptional furniture,
to take my breath away.
She Left Me Warm
Warm in life love longing
her warm heart now ashes
settled on the bottom of the cold sea.
My burning soul seared melting.
Blazing thoughts of
our short life together.
Now a storm.
I am cold and frozen.
Weary
I feel like an over cooked asparagus,
mushy, weak, and faint.
Who will want me?
Into the blender.
Now, pate on melba toast,
topped with melted cheese.
Positive thinking.
Delicious
We All Make Mistakes,
No Casting Asparagus
I panicked to learn I was a mistake.
Whining,
I leaped out the Courthouse window.
Ready to slam into the pavement,
I got hung-up, dangling from a sharp object.
I could feel the breeze blow through my pants.
Felt great!
The snow was illuminating, so deep, cold, soft,
wet, and Glistening.
Breaking Out of the Frame
The pictures on my walls spread rumors, rebelled.
Glass, plastic, wood, metal, littered every room.
Shattered slivers scattered as pictures came alive.
A self portrait of Pablo Picasso, roamed freely,
whispered into the ear of
a Girl with A Pearl Earring
As the boy in The Torn Hat was up to mischief.
Escaping a Frederick Remington.
Native Americans on horseback
galloped through the hallways
And up the stairs looking for buffalo
Huddling in the dining room
workers from Corona’s Tiffany Foundry
were not amused.
Abstract Korean paintings danced
on the kitchen table
and onto the floor looking for kimchee.
African masks were in shock
lying on the living room carpet chanting
as my ancestors crawled out of picture frames
and roamed around the house
like mummies in search of scissors.
Soon all went into the garden
to smoke a peace pipe.
Seems the new treatment for multiple sclerosis
using medical marijuana works wonders for pain
as poems danced in my head
and boats sailed up the walls into moonbows.
What’s For Dinner
Didn’t have time. Can’t find rhyme.
What’s for dinner-
Dumpling- duck- dim sum- Chinese,
Korean, Italian, Cuban Chinese, Spanish, Jewish-Deli,
Soul food, American, fast- to go,
I just don’t know.
Leftovers, Yesterday’s, Last week’s- No.
What’s for dinner.
Gourmet low-fat, frozen, quick food.
Eat green, eat lean, eat-in, eat-out.
Watch out, don’t eat meat.
Eat this rarely!
Cook this fairly.
Corn Crisco canola oil-
Stay away.
Moderate, refrigerate, watch date-
Oh please.
What’s for dinner.
Eat right. Don’t fight. Fat free. Want this? Want that?
Have neither! Try this. Slim fast, ultimate protein lactose free.
Cook, combine, cover – what.
Microwave, boil, fry, broil, roast, or oven bake.
Perhaps steak. Didn’t shop. Couldn’t stop. No. Just forgot.
Don’t be sad!
Don’t be mad.
I’ll make it right-tonight. Oh, what shall we eat?
Roast ribs and rice might be nice.
Don’t have time. It’s too late. Tired.
What’s for dinner.
Pizza.
