Saturday, October 19, 2013

Prayer of Saint No One

Lord, your love blows through me like it's trying to get to someone else.
I have hatred.
I have been injured.
I have doubt.
I am in despair.
I have darkness.
I have sadness.
Oh Divine Master, grant that I may be consoled,
that I be understood, that I may be loved.
Give to me that which I wish to receive:
that I may have what it takes to forgive
so that I may have peace in eternal life.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

There is no wind in my thread bare sail. No more poetry. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

October 4; Stream of Consciousness

In the dream monstrous chairs rolled down from the roof and smashed the people below.
Some ran down the hill, where the chairs picked up speed and flattened them.
I went up the hill and around the corner, where I heard a man yell 'this is the end of the world'.
But in the dream we were warned. A voice said soon the chairs would fall on us and there would be no survivors.
We didn't listen. I went on washing windows.
What will you do when the world ends? Put things in order. Say goodbye. Panic.
All I want is to be with you so I can make you laugh.

We can recite movie lines. There might be time for a crossword puzzle.
Maybe the safest place for us is close in, under the roof, where we can watch the world fall upon the world.

Meanwhile, in awake time, I look up and see three bees scooting around the tangerine tree.
It's hot out.
Who sits in those chairs?
Is this another dream about God's cheap shots?
First came a warning no one heeded.
It's 2:02 and I'm still dreaming about the dream.
And being with you until the end of time.
We have been warned about the bees.
They aren't buzzing around things genetically modified.
We have been warned about the ice caps.
Theses chairs - are they the seats of science?
Day three of the government shutdown.
My life hasn't changed. But anytime something can fall on us. I live by a steep cliff which drops to the rugged ocean.Jagged. Bone splitting. Would I ever make the decision that jumping off would be better than what waits for me on land?

Now there are five bees.
I think these are the last bees in Southern California, so I'm not effected.
Why was I washing the windows?
I wasn't much of a girl scout.
Two birds are actually frolicking now outside my window among the bees in the tangerine tree.
This world is something.
There was a chair for Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. For the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. For my husband, my daughter, and me. Yes. they were ours. Why not? It was my dream. And we were coming in glory to...
Live a glorious life.
Movie quotes. crossword puzzles. Yes.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

October 3 Fearing God

The one who gold leafs the leaves and lets the red leaf fall
and the red bird who flies like a flame in the sky
met above the green ocean

See this...I will paint it heavy silver with a heavy hand
when all is finished scaling.

Must everything dry to scales asked red bird,
the gold leaves crumbled in his hand.

Red bird, with her last flicker of brave
turned south on the wind of a sequined wave.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

October 2: Morning Meditation

I sat across from Resentment
close enough to feel his breathlessness
close enough to hold his hand and pick
splintered jaw from his fingernails.
Throat muck rose to the tip of my tongue
Swallow, he said.
Swallow, he said again, slower.
Why, was my small reply.
And a thousand petals fell in his open mouth and eyes.
Why is all you had to say, he said, and he was dead.
Why is all I had to say, I stood and walked away.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

October 1st

Good Morning, and Happy October! After being fortunate enough to share a brief conversation with David Lehman, the editor of the latest Oxford Anthology of American Poetry, and after hearing he wrote a poem a day for five years, I decided to give a poem a day for ONE MONTH another go. Isn't it wonderful how we inspire each other? Maybe my humble poems will inspire you in some way. Maybe they will inspire you to never visit Udnib again, but please let that not be so! Here is October 1: Rain


still between soft body breaths
your back to me
over your shoulder, between the blinds
I can see
the grey rain from our bed