Tuning off the lights everything is a dark veil of the color green.
I can only make out the pieces that I have memorized.
It's so fuzzy that I'm seeing grains like those on the old TV.
That I try to shape those grains into fuzzballs and puzzle pieces.
I imagine that when the light is off, I see another reality that shows.
It can only be shown in the dark. The light will not work on it.
And it comes even more alive when the deepest tint of green settles.
And you make out everything around you that was only seen in light.
It really is a time of the night. which I will see when it's not bright, and
try to focus on everything around me with my own eyes.
Categories:
fuzzballs, dark, light,
Form: Free verse
The Four Seasons
All the world has four seasons,
why do some think they don't?
They all present differently,
no matter where you are on earth.
We don't need to think we are supreme
beings because we have snowfall.
Nor should we down our sisters and
brothers who choose a sunny climate
other than ours as brainless,dull fuzzballs.
I don't know much, but I know
this.
I will hear complaints from all
when it snows.
At first it will be all ooos and ahs!
But after weeks of shoveling
and unworkable cars,oh my!
They wail for the next season.
If one is lucky enough to be at
home, snowfall is a delight!
But for those who have to work
daily or walk or fall in freezing cold.
This whooping over snow gets
pretty old!
Notes:
*Poet once lived in Chicago
almost half her existence in
the Windy City.
But once she touched the fine
joys of the state of California
life, fell in love with it.
I do mean,hopelessly.*
August 16, 2019
Categories:
fuzzballs, chicago, snow,
Form: Free verse
Up before the alarm
again, throat dry,
head full of nails
each tagged with
a recipient soul,
keeping it together.
You've never noticed
the pensive man
eyes on the back
of your head as
you window shopped,
cried on a city bus
or tried to pay bills,
chin in soft hand,
the other rummaging a
deep pocket for grains
of hope, fuzzballs,
reasons to go on.
The positive error in
your checking account,
your daughter's smile
and numerous little
micro pleasures,
often discovered
after you've clambered
off at your stop and
I've rode onwards
Categories:
fuzzballs, life,
Form: Free verse