Thursday, June 25, 2015

Before summer's pale...


At  Bjorn asks us to write flashback poetry:

Bluegrass chords lightly 
erase present thoughts
I float suspended in time, 
clouds turn pink apricot
I recall a young true love 
of mine who 
still owns the key
to my full heart
"My dear, it is much like 
saving a dime -
always in my sock,
on my foot in a shoe,
like having a full apple cart,
or a glass of red wine
I'm reminded of a peace
I once knew 
when I was much 
younger than you."

Eagles' shadows 
with wings wafting wide usher 
in memories 
"Do you see the two buoyant 
silhouettes?" descending from
an teen age ice cream sky?"
Romance laced breezes glide 
by and revisit me
They carry summer scents 
of climbing roses 
and huckleberry pie
You hold marshmallows
to the fire and
giggle with delight
Evening folds into night

I fall into a white sleep 
and recall a boy with 
a special smile,
Doe cross the meadow 
without a sound;
his easy stride says 'I'll stay awhile'
Dreamy purple fills the sky
and I recall tangled, 
thorny bushes that creep, 
grab my knees
A chorus of frogs from a pond,
faded lilies nod and weep
Summer's sober robin eats bugs 
from cedar 
I long to stay amid moss green
 cattails and June's heavenly fog

I see cats, mosquitoes,

 old friends swimming at the pool
we held hands in a theater
Going to church,
sitting behind him at school -
simple moments shared
Tugs like taffy pulling 
within my chest
How can it be possible?
Not since have many compared;
my friends (boys) then were 
better than the rest
He was the best -
but winds of change 
seem to already know 
their destinations, and
make me shiver to be gone

I inhale whispers 

from wood smoke encircling me,
as the world revolves 
our days away
Welcome changes, 
as well as those I did not invite,
reach me in Einstien's 
elegant time
I am lost and found again 
when your youthful laughter 
awakens me, 
brings me back
to what's at hand - 
eagles flying, calling me
to this present life 
with its mysteries grand

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Princess Charlotte pudding

I've long admired you for your sultry charm,
soft curves and elegant flair,
for your smooth almond flavor,
your color of eggshell -
your laughter, lighter than a bite of air
My affair with you is eternal,
of cerebral and delicate making,
If a voice, you would be an oriole,
lending its song gastromomically,
to the refreshment of my soul

I would like to swim inside you,
immerse myself most blissfully,
tasting you with gusto,
my tongue and lips enveloping you,
savoring the texture
of your delicate body
Artful, lyrical, esteemed pudding -
from a recipe card stained by olive oil,
a most precarious undertaking

My mother made Princeess Charlotte pudding
for special occasions and luncheon teas
Now it bears a new royal connotation,
with its cornstarch, gelatin, whipped cream,
whole egg custard consistency
Milk and vanilla extract heated,
a newborn's lovely fragrance folded in,
You are on Henry Theile's restaurant menu,
in Portland, served as the favorite dessert
for  the Duchous or Duke of Cambridge -
you are fit for any King or Queen

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Slow dance

We are invited to write a Palindrome poem today by Mary at  Also called mirror poetry, it reflects like an image in a mirror.

I still have all my memories
the pressed corsage of peonies
from the slow dance our young hearts had
before the war took the young lad
before the stars all turned around
until the day when they were found
Words spoken from out of the blue
sent on an angel's wing anew
How is it possible you asked
for the present to mirror the past?

For the present to mirror the past,
how is it possible you asked?
Sent on an angel's wing anew,
words spoken from out of the blue
Until the day when they were found,
before the stars all turned around
Before the war took the young lad
from the long dance our young hearts had,
the pressed corsage of peonies -
I still have all my memories

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

"Feed me, Sweetie"

A closeup of nature over at

June evenings find me
on my front porch,
watching mauve-gold sunsets,
waiting to see who or what
will come visit me

A brown-tailed squirrel's eyes ask
 "where are the peanuts?",
 then runs up the yellow-
green maple tree
White yellow ribbons of sun
play in branches and on backs of
newly arrived goldfinches
seeking niger and sunflower seeds.
Juncos and nuthatches forage
what leftovers fall to the ground
I am partial to the black-capped,
chestnut-winged chicadees
 for their personalities and song
Used to me now, they let me know
when feeders have been empty long
They are bold enough to land
on my elbow, not ready
to eat out of my hand
Rufous and Anna hummingbirds,
 dressed in neon red and lemon-lime,
respectably, hover near me,
fluttering, as if to say something
profound. Then, drawn by
natural nector, they buzz to
the nearest clump
of flowers, pretty violet