What if I write a blank
or draw a curtain…curtains
for me, in this dank poetry.
What pertains to right…
is it wrong to stray, head
the other way, away from
well known artistry. First succeed
in basics…oh the breeding…
the warning heeding…don’t get
all caught up. Let your imagination
run with the bulls, fly with haloes.
Crumble not
under the weight, the crushing heresy
agape…still watch your spelling,
laughing…
unless you meant to…wait for it…
change your gait right out of the gate.
Oh they will hate you…
won’t that be great.
Take fifty paces of oxygen
and don’t be late…don’t be late.
just be great. applause….applause.
plausibly the worst write…right?
W R i T e
2/27/2023
My gait spasmodic
I staggered drunkenly
My inner voice a thousand tongues
Of crazed cacophony
In mumbling incoherence
My muddled mind benumbed
I sought the words I fumbled for
As if I were struck dumb
But sentence was unstructured
And thought was compromised
Were I to even form a word
Complexity – be mine
The Thought took hold – though –
In shape – and form – and slowly
I expressed in words
What only wise men know –
The girl in me pirouettes without care,
allowing hips' gait on the blue of rocks
as lush wings reel and orbit from nowhere...
O my toes click, a magic that unlocks
a host of robins slip-sliding away
in a meadow which airbrushes the night;
when birdsong echoes low, " be young...good day!"
Till finally, my jives end with delight.
9/4/2019
Line Gauthier's Swagger Contest
Gazing from a distance
Helplessly caught in visual and mental ecstasy
Beauty of astonishing proportions
Curves and swerves that tap my innermost emotions
Easy and willowy is how she moves
Exuding confidence and beauty with every step
My! Oh my! Her body in motion is pure delight
Rhythmically and harmoniously, one with nature
____ Now, a pause for the cause ____
Standing there in complete statuesque grandeur
Brothas and others pausing too to get an eye full of this
poised godly creation
Now again, like poetry in motion, she moves ever so sweetly
across the terrain
Farther away from my desirous eyes and more distant 'til she
vanishes from sight
SHE'S GONE.........
We all can write a poem
It is as your inspiration emanates
Set the sheet
Write the first word
It may be about nature
Or the thought of rapture
Set the sheet
Write the fifth word
It may be about violence
Or sympathies with the assaulted one
Set the sheet
It may be about the sword
Try and see through
Yes, through the lens of the witty one
No one can write a poem
It is as thy gait
Gait Keeper
The limp is more pronounced on days like these,
cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up
causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the
sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert
while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of
friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower,
a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a
love that knows no desire to walk alone.
2013
submitted to – Beloved Pets – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
Gait Keeper
The limp is more pronounced on days like these,
cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up
causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the
sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert
while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of
friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower,
a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a
love that knows no desire to walk alone.
Submitted for Regina Riddle
Animal Poem contest
Short, slow legs cannot
Escape the fisherman's hook
Today we eat bream
Caterpillar's gait contest sponsored by Raul Moreno
Photo in brilliant greens with a green and black caterpillar on a leaf.
Caterpillar's gait
So unsteady and unsure
Much like my MS.
Wound in blueberry strands
in beads and beads with silver wire
'round my wrist against the coral cold of autumn
we talk
We talk of loves and pale Septembers
long before we ever were
Broken in old coke bottles green
in crunching glass we silver step
while the clouds come a little closer
to whisper
Whisper gently in our ears
they still knew us way back when
and suddenly I'm whole my friend
and you
And you become the part of me
which longs for the sun to never set
In my lungs expanded thus
we walk