Saturday, June 23, 2018

Sights and sounds in my part of the planet : POEMS and photos


A LIST POEM: SENSES
A plane
gardenias
birds
fresh coffee
cool breeze
~ ~ ~ 6.17.'18

                                                               woodpecker at suet cake

KNOCK ON WOOD
Chipmunk,
raccoon, neighbor's
cat, squirrels, ant-hills, blue jays,
woodpeckers, finch, titmice--so far,
no snakes!!
~ ~ ~ 6.5.'18


HAIKU
brown thrasher
bathing & grooming
for the longest time
~ ~ ~ 6. 14.'18

A brown
thrasher gleans food
from below the suet
feeder. I never see him in
the bush.
~ ~ ~ 6. 7. '18

Mother's Day plant (s) along the back wall

ON MY BUCKET LIST?
Never,
ever looked in
a nest to see either
eggs or baby birds--I'm missing
a treat?
~ ~ ~ 6. 7. '18


POPULAR DRINKING VENUE
A squirrel
at the bird bath --
all critters need water.
Why chase it off?? The suet cake's
nearby!
~ ~ ~ 6.5.'18


DRINKING, BUT NOT A BIRD
After
plugging up two
good-sized holes, I know why
the holes existed: there is a
chipmunk!
~ ~ ~ 6.5. '18


c 2018, Pat Laster d/b/a lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

PEOPLE poems through the years


SPRING IN HONG KONG - '03
Tiny
ballerinas
rehearse their routines. Pink
tutus & tights and surgical
face masks.
~ ~ ~
FROM AN OBIT - '05
The task
of teaching in
a one-room schoolhouse: none
of the students were the same age,
alas.

Husband
gone to the war,
she cares for ailing mom
& two small children on her own.
Bravo!
~ ~ ~

YOUR BOSS IS CALLING - '05
Sister,
soon to retire,
wakens on a Friday--
she thinks it's Saturday, goes back
to sleep.
~ ~ ~


AMATEURS VS. PROFESSIONALS - '07
After
critiquing poor
haiku from the heartland,
I read Upstate Dim Sum. What a
difference.
~ ~ ~

NOW AND THEN  - '12
I swing
and inhale new
gardenias' aroma
thinking I should be busy with
something--

sanding
the dish cupboards'
insides so I can paint
or transplanting the moss rose, or
weeding.

Some days
seem only for
"being" and reflecting,
and this cool mid-May day is one
of them.
~ ~ ~



c 2018, PL d/b/a lovepat press, Benton AR USA 

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

One Memorial Day's poems

.
No breeze
except the one
made as I swing and write.
Birds still sleep? Not the usual
traffic.

As I
swing, the shadows
of the Norfolk pine grace
pages of the newspaper while
I read.


A small
brown butterfly
flits onto my paper
for a millisecond, then to

 pansies.
Even
most vehicles
sound subdued, respectful
on this Memorial Day as
they pass.
As if
in deference
to Memorial Day,
the flag--and the neighborhood are
quiet.

No scent
of charcoal, steak;
no raucous swim parties
on this Memorial Day. Still.
Somber.
Yarrow,
gardenias
and Easter lilies, all
white, two with strong aromas, all
blooming.

I love
to see a small
bird chasing a larger
one away from its habitat.
Go, bird!
Night bugs
beginning their
'time'. Wind chimes interfere
as does the roar of a bike. Still,
bugs rule!





c 2018, PL, d/b/a lovepat press, Benton AR USA


Friday, May 11, 2018

Mid-May flowers and one poem

PESKY--UNTIL THEY BLOOM
Privet,
honeysuckle,
hated most of the year
are spring-welcome, their aroma
sublime.
PL - [5.11.'18]
~ ~ ~ ~


Dianthus with driftwood

Dianthus and oxalis

Dutch iris. I was afraid they weren't going to bloom. I trimmed the burning bush and azalea that hemmed them in. Lo! and behold, they're blooming.

Oxalis that might crowd out the coreopsis, cone flower and purple jew

A second-year patch of white oxalis photo bombed by a mullein pink/ Rose Campion/ lambs ear. (And the photog's shadow.)

All these photos except the privet one taken May 11, '18 on my LG tablet. I email them to myself, save them to a pictures folder, then voila! I can use them for my blogs.

c 2018, Pat Laster, dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA


Sunday, April 29, 2018

April Showers - ala e. e. cummings



april showers
—under the influence of e. e. cummings

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tl overs tru
ndled them out

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t)happy.

--c 2018, PL, dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA















Saturday, April 21, 2018

A spring getaway to the Ozarks—eleven years running


                                             Tree still in winter dress this early spring

Last week, in Eureka Springs, a gathering of poets from surrounding states and Arkansas closed out another Lucidity Poetry Retreat held at the Inn of the Ozarks Convention Center. The final meeting was the Awards Banquet ON Thursday evening. In previous years, many of us prolonged our goodbyes at a local cantina, but as far as I know, the practice is kaput.

Poets from as far away as California and New Mexico and as close as Missouri, Texas, Tennessee, Illinois, and Oklahoma traveled this spring not only to renew inspiration and gain new techniques for writing, but also to savor the ambience and fellowship of like-minded folk, as well as that of the unique resort town. New friends will become old friends and old friends will be like family.

From Sunday afternoon until Saturday morning, I lived in 505, the annex at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow. That way, I had a full day and a half to work on my own writing before Lucidity consumed the next two days. Friday was my time again as well as Saturday morning. I decided to leave earlier than noon and arrived back home mid-afternoon. By Monday morning, we’d had to remove all furniture from the living room for a ceiling re-do.

Other Arkansans who attended Lucidity were Pat D., Norfork; Fay G., Jonesboro; Erin J., Springdale; Kate L., Fayetteville; John M., Searcy; Pat O., Cherokee Village; and Charles S., Viola.

The poem I come back to for National Poetry Month was written by Faye Boyette Wise, a Saline Countian who says her only claim to fame is being born on the fourth of July. She is too, too modest. Mrs. Wise is to Benton what Kitty Yeager is to Arkadelphia: the unofficial ‘poet laureate’ of the city.

APRIL COUPLETS
--from Faye’s book, BLESSED CONNECTIONS. 

Walking my boundaries is daily delight
With marvels of morning blessing my sight.
Sky in the east is a rosy-mauve hue. 
Johnny Jump Ups tint meadow floor blue.
Lavender petals of apricot blooms
Are silky string-art from angelic looms
Hear the brook babble where small foxes drink
The sing-along-song of a bobolink.
Spider webs woven by spinners of night
Leave shimmery veils to sparkle in light
A breeze lifts my hair and tickles my face
And I laugh aloud for love of this place.
Earth is so lovely it’s simple to see
How much more beautiful heaven must be.
Sudden rain showers surprise April’s calm. 
I catch clear droplets like pearls in my palm.
When God walks his boundaries, world neighborhood
Hope He laughs aloud and still calls it good.

Here is one of mine:

PETIT JEAN IN APRIL (Cameo pattern)
Slender
sapling on mountain
path stretches skyward; at its feet
three pale blue
Phoenix violets rise above
winter’s leafy, brushwoodsy
blanket.

Hasn’t this been a wintry April? Brr! Brr!

             The newest building at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow, Eureka Springs


c 2018, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA

Monday, April 16, 2018

Blogging: various poems from "Variations"


SUPPLICATION

Mottled
cottonwoods, nude
against a winter sky,
beg mother nature for a snow
cover.
~ ~ ~

SUNSET ON BEAVER LAKE
Sunset's
saber
flashing
across
gentle
ripples
spreads
what
appears
to be
golden
nougat
topping
~ ~ ~ ~

In Eureka Springs, tornado watch, April '18
IF TREES COULD TALK

If trees could talk, what would we say?
--that General Hunter passed my way

in June of eighteen-sixty-four,
retreating from the Lynchburg Corps;

--that Rebel boys fell at my feet,
blood soaking roots in summer's heat;

--that cannon balls so deeply sunk
scarred but did not kill my trunk.

A la Marceau, our language rife,
and stubbornly, we cling to life.
~ ~ ~ ~

HAIKU
library vestibule--
a homeless man
escapes east winds
~ ~ ~ ~



Under
rosemary's gray,
a red leaf from last year
catches my eye. I sit and write
poems.
~ ~ ~ ~

c 2018, PL dba lovepat press,  Benton AR USA