time enough

restless edgy

achy from the wait 

time to unfurl

sprout

feel the sun

shine

politics

just go

in the opposite direction

everything will be perfect

backwards

down

end

og tsuj

noitcerid etisoppo eht ni

tcefrep eb lliw gnihtyreve

Found poetry better lost

 

Inspired by today's NaPoWriMo's

suggested art site to explore:

The Museum of Bad Art. April 8, 2025

April 7 Spring continued

so . . . it rained snow &

crisp, raw, clean air

& one wet robin 

April 6

interstice

analog clock hand

movement sounding

before moving

pianissimo

rain drop 

between molecules of air falling

without landing

April 5: Prompts

the danger

of depending on others' words

is losing your own

the danger

of depending on others' words

is seeing beyond yourself

April 4: Still Life

each piece of the still life

is rendered to perfection

yet each seems slightly        suspended

above the                                   reality of the table

as though the arranging is     not         yet       complete

as though each piece

needs to find         a place of comfort

in a discomforting space . . .

april 3

today soft-raining

not a day to wrestle words

spring awakening

Standing on a muddy road . . .

at the field’s edge:

a thin tree

2 slim wires

electric, prone to brown outs

telephone, party line:

1 for him

1 for us

1 ring for him

2 rings for us

or the

other way

around?

6-4610

1958

no

calls

now

Hummingbird - Musically Speaking

I am waiting for you.

Where do you wait?

In Florida with retirees?

South along the Gulf of Mexico?

All the way home

to sunny Mexico?

Is anyone left there to call you huitzitzilin?

I am waiting for you.

Will you come?

To New England spring?

North to our garden?

I will grow you fresh flowers.

I will surprise you

with a new name.

I am waiting for you.

Will you come?

I will call you ariette.

Because you are a lively character.

You dart at each other endlessly:

a comic dialogue

among the flowers.

Florentine Codex 16th c. - Getty Edu.