Work Eve Poems

The Garden Womb

She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient 
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before. 

Many years 
a widow,
She is a lonesome, 
barren land.
So many 
passing...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front...

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I step out into the evening,
into a cloud of whispered conversations,
insect talk, birds uttering 
their “goodnights” high in the trees,
the days last gossip settling
back into...

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I am certain that I am unwell.
A swelling golf ball
Lodged deep beneath my skin
Makes sure of that. 

The floors of Ward 6
Are mirror-clean and sterile,
A...

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It could simply be a midnight musing,  
where these ears are not! 
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound  
is also a simpering one,...

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Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house
My grandpa's fast at work carving a wooden mouse
In the spirit of St. Nick he bloomed...

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For if ever I was I to summon up
forthwith the words to write something
anything befitting worthy of you yourself

I fear that trite would be the...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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A Determined Devil -

As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home
smoke plumes, serpentine and sulphuric, interrupts the sunshine,
I look below the ridge, Eve...

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Hello, there. Rise and shine. I think I’ll call you Adam/
Who are you? Your creator. The maker of all you fathom/
You can call me God....

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Bearing the weight of signs and kindly murk,
no frock on hands, I glory in my work.

O joy of first snow - I beam in the...

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Better Than Winning the Lottery

One of eight hundred employees, am I.
It was a joyous eve, Christmas of '80,
Toiled so fellow workers can have some fun.

The...

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Twilight – the whip-cracker of – Night
             …………..Reaches the beach;
Sky sets – Venus...

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The end of the day
Beginning of the evening
On into the night…

My work still not done
Leftovers for tomorrow
It goes on and on…

Stuff to do at home
Chores...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
I was awed by a music class
Rendering carols’ joyous splash:
Orchestra’s majestic extras.

Trumpet greeted, “The Lord is come”
Echoing melodious welcome
Violin’s joyous stringed...

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