Thursday, June 18, 2020

June poems from different years

down-the-hill neighbor
when I returned from errands
he had mowed my yard
          2005-Couch Street, Benton
~ ~ ~ ~

picking up the pace
airplane and thunder above
the trail in late June
         2001- Arkadelphia
~ ~ ~ ~

Group Living clients
out for daily exercise
on the walking trail
          2001-Arkadelphia
~ ~ ~ ~


teenager gloating
"I've had no bath for a month
but I've gone swimming!"
          2005 - Benton
~ ~ ~ ~

two wrens
the color
of suet
         2018 - Couchwood
~ ~ ~ ~


a mockingbird
walking-flying the dorm steps
early June morning
         1998 - Arkadelphia

c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Birds and squirrels ---and a snake!

SITTING GUARD
A squirrel
co-opts fallen
seeds, scaring the young birds
in their foraging. I'm here to
umpire.
(5.9.'20)

DISCOVERY
Little
wrens can stretch for
suet and they don't raise
their heads as some birds do when they
swallow.
(5.1.'20)


AT LEAST THERE'S A CHOICE
Blackcap
at the dwindling
suet cake tries and tries
to access it; goes to the seed
feeder.
(5.8.'20)

RECOGNITION
I hear
her 'chits' before
I see mama redbird
fly to the branch with the suet
feeder.
(5.6.'20)


AND I WAS SOCK-FOOTED!
Prepping
to sit on swing
and read, I spy a grown
mockingbird chipping at a large-
bore snake,

the first
I've seen since I've
lived here (one month shy of
fourteen years). And then while I stewed,
it crawled

a ways
on the ramp. I
threw a gee-gaw at it,
it retreated to the ground or
under

the ramp.
I ran in for
my tablet for proof, but
by that time, it had disappeared.
Oh, dear!

Now, each
step I take must
be monitored for black
and long and slithering before
I move.
(5. 18. '20)

c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Monday, May 4, 2020

Now that National Poetry Month is history, here are more springs poems and photos: Blogging


just like my mother's
my kitchen windowsills full
of starter plants
~ ~ ~ ~


first blooms
on the daughter-shared
lily
~ ~ ~ ~

STAY HOME TIME
For some
reason, I take
time to fold a fitted
sheet that's now lying as flat as
top sheets.
~ ~ ~ ~


PESTS UNTIL THEY BLOOM
Privet,
honeysuckle,
hated most of the year,
are spring-welcome; their aroma
sublime.
~ ~ ~ ~

c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA




Thursday, March 12, 2020

Various poems and spring photos

Sis Carolyn's photo



HAIKU

the clear creek’s coldness

rustling over gravel bar

a sassafras leaf
~ ~ ~ ~

the scent of kudzu

along the walking trail

a pair of redbirds
~ ~ ~ ~



A GLOSS ON THIRTEEN



The white-haired woman

way older than 13

 ---seven decades older--schleps

book bag and computer valise

with one hand, pulls

herself forward with the other that holds

onto the railing, up

13 wooden steps

to the landing; she rests a beat,

takes 13 more steps to the main floor,

rests another beat, then shifts bags

to one-per-hand, walks

13 steps to Number Three, tries

13 keys before one fits. In her room––

newly-decorated—she counts 13

Safari-themed artifacts:

framed prints, wall hanging,

statuette, candles,

desk lamp with elephant base.



She was the first of 13 siblings.

When hepatitis surged through

the family, the doctor visited

13 times in as many days.



 She’s lived in 13 rent houses,

Thirteen new homes now abide

on the once-family-owned hayfield.

Thirteen pieces of cobalt blue

glass shine from her south windows.

She was born on the 13.th Perhaps

when she dies the family will wait

till the next 13th rolls around to

see her buried.

[PUBLISHED IN 2019 MSPS GRIST] 






c PL, dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Monday, February 24, 2020

Mother Nature waffling: winter or spring?


mockingbird
atop the pear tree
storm brewing
~~~~
late winter cold front
the empty yard swing moving
in the northwest wind
~~~~
icicles
yet it's thundering
this morning
~~~~
house going up
in tornado's aftermath
old patch of jonquils
~~~~
warm winter dusk
the sounds of children outside
spawning memories
~~~~

losing track of time
researching woodchuck/ groundhog
after a goof-up
~~~~
a piece of leaf
in my snow ice cream
February's end
~~~~
before Leap Day's gone
recording 3 days' poem
output: eighty lines
~~~~






c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA 

Monday, February 10, 2020

Between winter and spring: poems

                                                  Last year's roadside flowers

FEBRUARY 7 2020
After
last night, no more
lows in the 20s, at
least for the next week. I'm ready
for spring.
~ ~ ~ ~

long roll of thunder
two birds keep eating
from the suet
~ ~ ~ ~

male cardinal
sitting on abelia branch
next to quince blooms
~ ~ ~ ~

AFTER TODAY, 11 MORE MONTHS
Last day
of the first month
a young tufted titmouse
enjoying a full "bathtub" plus
the sun.
~ ~ ~ ~

TO THE SQUIRRELS
Popcorn
with sea salt tastes
old. I find the "Best used
by" date. No wonder! July of
last year!
~ ~ ~ ~

gentle rain 
mockingbird drinking
from the half-filled birdbath
~ ~ ~ ~

three crows
finding the refused
canned cat food
~ ~ ~ ~

tight buds on short stems
brought inside to force blooms
yellowed, but no flowers

These ARE in bloom in 2020

c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Saturday, February 1, 2020

And all of a sudden it's February! - Poems

placing the helmet
upside down
for the wren
~ ~ ~ ~

new snow
on japonica blooms
Groundhog Day
~ ~ ~ ~

a dove calls
close by
but out of sight
~ ~ ~ ~

oh, wow!
the sweetness of the apple
from the sale carousel
~ ~ ~ ~

before dawn
the long freight
coming . . . and going
~ ~ ~ ~

driving after dark
a running length of gray fur
stopped by my tire
~ ~ ~ ~

spring cleaning
on the warm winter day
early daffodils
~ ~ ~ ~
c 2020, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA