Long Unhatched Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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Slowly and stately
they shuffle along the ice
Oblivious and orderly
they move from the sea into the frozen wilderness
Moving with uncanny precision
along the widest king's highway on earth
None to impede their path
as the cycle of permanent darkness...

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Valentine's Day 2021

Yours truly not necessarily
romantic fellow at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping

(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
maybe accompanied with entree couscous
generic...

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What came first, the chicken or the egg?
 The answer is still relatively unknown.
 Which tastes better, the egg or the chicken?
 It depends on the person, so really, who knows?
 Little baby chickens taken...

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Oval
Orange speckled rock
As large as a giant dinosaur egg
Sat in the scratchy field out back
Of our lakeside A-Frame cottage
Next to McLaughlin’s orchard of cherries

Where honeybees are fanned to clover fields
And Torch Lake swings below
From the...

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A tapestry lay in an ancient sun,
Basking neath a ventrous day yet unspun,

Colorful hues of ocher and saffron,
Draws aqueous fumes that moist production,

Every eye, blossom, unhatched egg, greet, opens,
Fortuitous bounty spreads emotions,

Gathered, skins, feathers, and...

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When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they...

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Plus Live Sharks

"The female deposits the egg, which the male fertilizes by
spraying sperm on it."
-- Day Care Lesson 1: "Fishie Sex"

*   *   *

The caviar of mergirls still is she,
this little roe...

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How bird-like a new fetus is,
like a chick in an egg,
the delicate spine curved,
all the fine bones promissory wish-bones
tucked into s floating nest.

Unseen embryonic pathways 
are not yet cleared, diverse divisions
are still dividing. Genetics uncertain...

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There’s a boy in the cellar with a stone in his mouth.
In the stone is a bird.
In the bird is a future unhatched, unborn, unclean.
Unbeknownst to the world, he is dead.

In the dark there is...

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  A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed,
begins the annual rite of packing up his nest, 
in response to the mercurial spinning of winds, 
and the twisted temperaments of weather. 

  Distant friends once conspired together,...

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When the green snout is full
rabbits spill on the lawn.

I worry night and day,
because the stoats and the Red Tails
are at work
even in whelm and nimiety
they hack and harrow.

The young kits are many,
the sun too...

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The ledge is where it begins
and ends. She feels her slip rise,

her rusted wings quiver into use.
She knows the wind has a language

of its own too. Its trusted wet tongue fills
its mouth. She could never...

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I portray the mother of dust:
the rattle in our empty nest,
echoing, echoing like the bray
that escapes the moon at noon,
the shrieks from soft white rooms.
These unhatched eggs cry,
crawling to my windows,
peeping in, trying to frost
each...

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Today you are seventeen years old;
We have brought to you our lineage gold.
We have brought our swiss vevelt lace
And sweet powder for your cherubic face.
 
Happy we are you are not a "broodlord":
The broodlords, the...

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Time is of the essence when playing
The field is wide open to the opportunist
Love is an engine fueled by lust
Many eggs remain unhatched, untouched
Undamaged by the trust you bring
There is no deposit no return on...

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I was a comely damsel
Made of fragile fair clay,
Pregnant with unhatched rebellion,
Beclouded with the mist of youthhood,
And on the broad path
Dreaming of butterflies.

I heard a still voice calling;
It was the Prince of Peace,
Oh, how sweet...

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