Make us a garden
nurtured and cultivated
for joy, not just for harvest,
not a copper vein
to be abandoned, a blight,
drained and despoiled.
Make us a garden
nurtured and cultivated
for joy, not just for harvest,
not a copper vein
to be abandoned, a blight,
drained and despoiled.
A lesson well learned,
No matter how painfully,
Is never wasted.
Dawn’s fury displaced
by a walk among the blooms.
Harmony restored.
How was it my fault,
Dad,
When those dime store Wallabees
Melted through the furnace grate?
How you always chided me
When I said I was afraid,
“Don’t be such a fraidy cat.”
Now you stand and seethe, enraged
Learning what I always know.
Floor grates lead to misery
And premature, stinky, deaths
For green plastic army men
And your cheap-ass knock-off shoes!
Out there, on that beam,
Basking in the noonday sun;
With fathomless depths below.
– Turtles Atop…
Dawn above the marsh
Ignites watery fires
Amongst the grasses
Capture the essence of bliss,
Retain memories of rejoicing,
Accept the sorrow of loss,
Refuse to wallow in mourning!
Needles for sewing
Needles for trees
Needles for knitting
Needles for music
Needles for teasing
Needles for pleasure
Needles for mending
Needles for health
Needles for living
Needles for pain
Needles for dying
Needlessly crying
Endlessly trying
Green leas and warm sun
Soft breezes and cool waters,
I pray, await you dear friend.
If a carpenter
Only has one big hammer,
Go and hire someone else.
~
All that joker wants
Is to pry apart some boards
And scrape the rust off his tool.