Tuesday, November 21, 2017

"Improv on 4 lines of Frost" - poem






IMPROV ON FOUR LINES OF FROST

It would take me forever to recite
all that’s not new in where we find ourselves,
to live once more on family’s old home place
now that my mother, your great-granny’s gone.
The house is mine, as eldest, to maintain,
and ours, my grandson, since you’re mine to rear.
Let’s walk around the grounds where I once played:
the chinaberry here, persimmon there.
Mulberry leaves outside my bedroom swayed
in wind, threw ghostly shadows on the wall.
That yard, which neighbors keep immaculate,
grew our potatoes, limas, purple hulls.
When I was six like you, this grassy patch
played host to jimpsonweed and cockle burr.
Back there, the woods, which some years Grandpa set
on fire by accident, sit tamed in streets
like suburbs. Muscadines, blackberry vines,
plum thickets, black-eyed Susans—all are gone.
I’m going to put you in your bed, if first
I have to make you build it. Come, the light.

c 2017,  Pat Laster dba as lovepat press

published in:
Lucidity Poetry Journal II, 2012
Grist (MSPS Anthology), 2013
Hiding Myself into Safety: Short Stories & Long Poems, 2016



Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Rain and other subjects - poems

HAIKU

rain
running along the roof line
away from the storm
~~~

CINQUAINS

Last night,
a thunderstorm.
This morning, pine needles
carpet streets and roadways like brown
velvet.
~~~

THE SAFARI ROOM-I
Couldn't
tell if it was
thunder or the traffic
this early Sunday evening in
Piggott.

HEAR ME ROAR - II
Thirty
minutes later,
thunder rumbled around
this building as if to say, "I'm
thunder!"
~~~





SHOO! (FLICK)

The rim
of my coffee
cup close to the fireplace
sports an Asian beetle nosing
around.

POST-RETREAT

Sleeping
around the clock
after a week away
with no op for my usual
naptime.

c 2017 PL, dba lovepat press

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Autumn photos and poems


Wary/ like a guard dog/ or the secret service/ Greye checks the yard with feline eyes/ then sits.


a flock of blackbirds
flying down to the cotton
no scarecrow around


Lady/bug lights on my/ puzzle page. Sans even/ a hello! I quickly flick it/ away.


A squirrel/ under the car/ forages for acorns/ abundant from the wind in the/ oak tree.


sunset
adding its colors
to autumn foliage
--Dorothy McLaughlin, from our calendar,
CONNECTING OUR HOUSES

c 2017 PL & DMcL, co-author's of Connecting Our Houses, a perpetual haiku calendar, out of print


Friday, October 27, 2017

Deep into Autumn: POEMS

# 315
While I
make coffee, Greye
sits apace staring at
his food dish--patiently--still as
marble.
~~~

#317
I watch
as a goldfinch
takes a long bath in fresh
water. Nearby, yellow maples
drop leaves.
~~~

#320
No birds
singing; so still,
the far-off highway drone
is audible--till a pickup
passes.
~~~

#323
Spider
webs everywhere
there're two objects to start
and end with. In one, two perfect
circles.
Builders
spun while I slept,
designed webs CD-sized
or old 45s--too fine to
capture
photos;
too sunny to
get close. What industry!
Examples of Mother Nature's
beauty.
~~~


c 2017 PL dba lovepat press

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Mockingbird and falling leaves: poems

HAIKU
mockingbird
sips the water
before its bath
~~~

Brown leaves
fly by the droves
into the holly tree
for good seats at the mockingbird
concert.
~~~

GOSSIP?
Early,
a mockingbird
gabbles to its world
from the dogwood tree, changing up
its tunes.
~~~

WITHIN SIX FEET!
Testing
my hearing, are
you, mockingbird, like she
did in real life with recorded
voices?
~~~

SEAT AT THE OPERA
High-wire
recitatives
and arias from le
oiseau moqueur amuse me on
the porch.
~~~

c 2017, PL dba lovepat press


Monday, October 2, 2017

Time for reunions - a poem

Kathy, Roxie, Janis, Bettye

REUNIONS

R  eunions--whether in families or for friends
E  voke ebullient anticipation or edgy dread.
U  nderlying our attendance is a vulnerability
N  atural to those who've grown apart. What if
I  'm too big, too bald, too bold, too shy? Will
O  thers accept what I've become? Alas,
N  o one is responsible for me but me.
S  ympathize, empathize. Life c
                                                   o
                                                     n
                                                       t
                                                         i
                                                           n
                                                             u
                                                               e
                                                                 s.

Linda, Carolyn, Kaki.

c 2017, PL dba lovepat press, from variations, 1994

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Autumn creatures & plants - poems

Dogwood at Dairy Hollow

ON TUESDAY
Monday's
spider not there.
Without going closer,
I strain my eyes for a look-see:
nothing.
~~~

PERSISTENCE
I douse
one large ant hill
in the stone-filled sidewalk.
The next week, an even larger
one's built!
~~~

TOO TINY TO SEE
Web from
holly to Norfolk
pine, but no sign of its
maker on this cool September
morning.
~~~

SAVED BY THE OLD WOMAN
Cat tries
to go inside
with a squirming lizard
in his mouth . . . "No, no, no you don't!"
I said.
~~~

MAKING THEMSELVES VISIBLE
Juvy
redbird, robin
fly into my vision--
one in the purple shrub; one in
the grass.
~~~

ALONE
Scruffy
fledgling redbird
has the "pool" to himself
after his sister abandons
her bath.
~~~

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN
Maple
leaves--five of them--
fall, one at a time; one
after the other, nestle in
the grass.
~~~

AUTUMN'S HERE!
A long
blooming season--
those Encore azaleas
that welcome the sunny first day
of Fall.
~~~
~~~


                                          Spider webs are everywhere these days

c 2017 PL, dba lovepat press