Long Spindles Poems

Venus politely introduced herself to the passing soldier ant,
The ant did gaze for long, at the pretty crimson plant-
Impressed by Venus's beauty, it listened to her talk,
And even thought them pretty, the seven leaves upon...

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1.
This hunger artist cannot read 
volumes of printed material fast enough 
to satiate an immense appetite 
and unquenchable thirst 
to acquire learning from 
the millenniums gushing fount of 
cumulative chance revelations, 
(or deliberate intent to...

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Spindle spindle
spin for me
bring yesterday back
and my love from the sea

Stars shining, stars bright
bring me back her lovely sight
dried from seafoam, alive and well
bring her back from her watery hell

O' winds, howling winds!
Spare me my...

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Padraig's Fire

Hurry!
Hurry through the night
With windstorms
Breathing at your back
Before the shadows know
You pass their doors -
Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths -
Before the dawn ascends -
Before the pipes awaken;
Carry close
Precious flint and tinder
Next to the wildly...

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Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you cause me,
You lack conscience since you introduced unknown world to...

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In the jungle, floating mist
Sways in and out of unknown vines
To trip and spit and rhyme among branches 
Whose long spindles CREEP! Like the green
Of your eyes. Everything is real in the sway
Of things. Everything...

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We were excited by our recent inheritance and decided to move
We packed up and drove to our new home, some family disapproved
We were thrilled, the old Victorian home was everything we wanted
Ignoring the rumors, not...

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There was a sickly tree

In a barren clearing

In a burning country

On a mourning day.


A wild crown of branches

Haloed by concentric rings;

A rising wave of spires and spindles lashing at the air;

Prismatic infernos leaping forth from...

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Athena
the dutiful daughter standing behind her father
in lightning thick with aegis assurance
read to protect her family
and counselling them times of need

Athena, the grey eyed goddess
who watches carefully with graceful wisdom
coercing ignorance into obliteration
solutions fly into...

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Hourglass Spindle and Lifeless Doll

Stephen is unable to sleep so he heads to his office. He sits down and picks up the ancient hour glass sitting on his desk. He flips it over and watches...

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Pumped

Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali  adventure ...

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She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with...

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Daily Poetry #30, February 27, 2017
Word: Pinwheel

As the world goes round, continuing to spin as we humans walk, 
And now that I realize it, I’m stepping along with the Earth too. 
Nervously but eagerly, I...

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Spindles crash and weave no more
Time it spins across the floor
Yarns mix up, colours bleed
I follow threads, they are the feed
Fingers feel, soles are placed 
What is this chaos interlaced 
Tangled up criss crossing fro
Is...

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The less
I move my lips at my 4:00 am Saturday morning sessions
The more
These words are trees standing still beside a racing river

A long way away
Freight train bores the night
Moon without light

Its alto horn
Projects from nowhere...

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I rock in this outdoor cheap chair
Its cushion foam like ice cream
Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage
I don’t mind

Don’t need a full seat to see before me

The drop off on Torch Lake
Its fine line...

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Contrived is how it is
incessantly demanding
jaw snap and tantrum
its alarming attention
offers but greedy promises
fulfilled by drooling idiots

The bubble bursting
in miming smashed flowers and peoples heads
extension cables attached
to connect their errant souls

In high rise windows
hides the...

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A heart felt prayer with four chambers alights on a maiden voyage

Meets valves and percussion awaits tenderly to be tuned into harmony


Passion where had been void and stagnation and pulse been icy and flat

The mind...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded, and drawn,..
after years since she made them, from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded, and the treadle at rest

As I clear out the room,...

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Why is it when I'm lost
My thoughts always seem to be found?
Somewhere amongst the middle of the never ending sky with my past
Left on land
And my future held within the interlacing clouds and hues of...

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Lady,
Your empire is turning gray
The sun is about to set
Your children are falling away
Around us creep a new death
Of familiar beliefs, and truth
The worm suckles at your root

Lady,
Your dead branches waste the rain
Leaves fall like...

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 Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Polished now in the  hallway, my  fond antique
Recalling Grandaunt’s delicate craftwork--
Each pattern of fabric threaded  with zest,
As her hands would bounce around pinpoint needles,
Weaving an array...

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 Lightening aims and shoots at my baby apple tree and with one searing snap, shears it into; smoke rises from the black trunk, curlicues toward sky.  Not old enough to birth little ones,...

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That old rusty gate, goes way back in time 
It's body of metal holds memories 
Through the hinges and spindles- Ivy climb 
Almost hidden from the thick leafy trees 

The gate still swings in the...

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Where is the great engine of life?
  How many mechanics does it take 
  to keep it running smooth as a baby's bottom?
All those wheels and sockets and spindles ---
  must need...

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