touch sky
reach stars
sing to moon
dance in rain
whirl with wind
be bold, brave
make life matter
poetry
Iris Everywhere
Iris
barely buried by the barn
caliche covered at drive’s end
along the retaining wall
Saturday Night
Read two pages,
“Ghana Must Go”.
The wife’s Nigerian,
Yoruba, Igbo.
She sells flowers,
not in Nigeria.
The author’s name
Ethiopian?
Sip zinfandel
flowered glass.
Take a bite
chocolate filled
peppermint,
lick peppermint
fingers.
Read two pages:
“Africans…the indifference of the abundantly blessed…
who can’t accept, even with evidence, that anything native,
occurring in abundance, is exceptional without effort,
has value.”
Does anyone?
First Iris
First spring iris
early evening light glows
soft wind whispers
Note: for those interested in growing iris, these rebloom. They will bloom at a minimum again in the autumn. They are so prolific, that I separate them annually and throw them everywhere I have a blank space like here near the barn. They will bloom for at least a month.
Poem for Today
Inspired by a friend’s poem, I decided to take a look at some of my book stacks and write a poem from their titles–in honor of National Poetry Month.
Now Is the Time to Open Your Hearts
the tongue’s blood does not run dry
The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love
A Simple Havana Melody
Alejandro Blue
The Spirit of Indian Women
Still Life With Bread Crumbs
Ring of Fire
Gardens in the Dunes
Daughters of Fortune
The Way to Paradise
The Bingo Palace
Uppity Women
How We Became Human
Close Range
Native Guard
Things Fall Apart
Gone Home
Poem for Today
Sunday Haiku
scissors snip blossoms
strong storms bring destructive cold
final flowers of summer
Sunday Haiku
storm clouds gather in the west, rumble
hover over ancient graves
rain drops fall upon the dead and dying
Sunday Haiku
heat shimmers across the endless plains
black clouds rumble rain
coyote howls float in the electrified air
Sunday Haiku
pushing mower round and round
exhaustion
flower petals brush my face
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