Well, rain here in the garden state at least…

Here is a smattering of some semi-recent work, still trying to get 100% current.  I’m on the path – just need to keep marching forward. (I suppose as a poet I am obliged to march down the road less traveled…or suffer frost’s bite)

“commute” 1/15/2018

the red serpentine writhes

shimmering red scales for miles

slither and drive

weaving hypnotic white lines

sudden halt!

what can be this assault on the harmony of my commute?

thoughts pass to my fellow travelers

caught in this vein

with no artery to escape

tragedy? curiosity?

rubber neck delays

a car perhaps burst into flames

what is the meaning of this break

surely a disaster to play

and as it came so now spent

no explanation hence

to satisfy this brief suspense

with no reason

a spigot turned open

begins to flow

with nary a remembrance

of the seething dam

moments ago

of raging eyes and iron grips

(and curses scored on lips)

and so it goes

before I know

back home

the final stretch

one left turn

with that

my commute comes

to the usual end.

“untitled 2/2018”

be my dawn

be my door.

first pour of wine

that intoxicates

dulling my senses

to infatuate

I invite your attention

let you absorb me

into the promise of your seduction.

“untitled 2/2018”

I would like to drive

up into the sun

unlike Icarus’ failure of old

to know my exact end becoming

blistering incineration

eternal cold.

DMK Notes…The last poem there was conceived as I was driving along… kind of imagining my car lifting up into the sun (sort of back to the future style). “Commute” is of course another stab at describing the daily grind of traffic here in NJ.  I kind of hope for some blockbuster movie sized disaster when I am stuck in traffic… at least it would make the waiting worth it (but I am usually, almost always met with disappointment….sigh).

Thoughts and comments are always ignored (kidding).  I appreciate all your feedback.

Musical distraction for this moment happening now… Tori Amos “Up the Creek” (everyone could use a little Tori in their life…)

I suppose there might just be such a thing. I think schools teach Haiku in that manner as if Basho is some amalgamation of simple patterns.  Not that I am writing Haiku here… just spouting off before posting some of my own work.

“untitled” 4/14/2017

cracked dry vines

on a zebra patched fence

hold within the promise of spring

still firmly coated in

the dead soils of season’s past,

ready to feel the snap

of the union of fate and time

to cultivate one more climb from dust.

my sense and logic

go about upon the look

of your eyes

(so I remember)

and the wash of your smile

all these long ages – miles

my mouth has worn thin

the thought of you makes them tremble

your dream is intoxicating

like swirls of smoke dancing ’round

spiraling about me

twirling

beyond sense,

past sensibility.

I grasp for the core

of sanity

but my hand is bare

so I chance to envision

to cultivate a memory

a full bloomed petal’s velvet touch

upon my lips

the faint hope

wisp of bliss-

your lips.

DMK Note: “zebra fences” is a specific reference to a type of fence common (or at one time) common here in the US Northeast (here is a good example).  They have a very distinct look and sound… and generally rust out making them oh so fun to tangle with when you are a kid (yay tetanus!).

Musical Interlude of the moment…. Katatonia “The Racing Heart” (live, acoustic)

Winter certainly has been a worthy adversary in these parts… finally a taste of spring has whet the imagination to thaw here in New Jersey.  Here is a spring work from last year when spring arrived a bit earlier.

“untitled” 3/12/2017

children running

sunshine gracing

march, the third month

degrees climbing

birds minding

nests, for eggs

lawn greening

ramps peeking

daffodils, early friends

robins prancing

territorial dancing

as dusk lingers, clocks turn

DMK Note: the last line refers to daylight savings time…because we can not handle the normal cycle of sunset/sunrise here in the US … apparently.  Just one of those weird quirks of life that is  taken for granted when it is part of your routine.  Most of the imagery above is from my yard.  I try to pay more attention these days as it seems ‘wonder’ is just as far as your eye if you just care to look.

Music of the moment…  Minus the Bear “Tame Beasts”