"judith" poems
I will keep pushing myself.
Keep going.
I will read Edmund Spenser,
Shakespeare, Wilde,
Shelley, Doyle, and CS Lewis
By the end of the summer.
You laugh.
Two weeks, one book a day, it isn't hard.
I only have four chapters of chemistry to finish,
Two chapters of AP Physics,
Four chapters of AP US history,
My personal reading list,
Four debate cases,
And a little light reading
(Judith Butler and Ayn Rand).
I WILL finish everything I have to do.
Refill the coffee ***
I'll use more eyedrops.
Two weeks.
I will finish my summer homework.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Here in my heart I am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
I'm Salome, moon of the East.
Here in my soul I am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.
I'm of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So I stay at home with a book.
2.6k
Beggars line the busy streets
cup and cloth outstretched
the look of desperation etched on their faces
like the dawn shadow of a carved lithograph
they don't ask me for spare change
just a simple nod of acknowledgement;
even after a shower and a change of clothes
I must have their look, that broken beaten look
the look of the street.
George Square is busy today
tourists happy clicking panoramic memories
admiration of forced foolish bravery at the Cenotaph
a list of names they will never know
and marvel at the antiquated architecture
to later revel in the wonderment of how anyone
in a civilised and modern society can do without skyscrapers
while they grudgingly share a half-measure of a single malt
I sit on a bench that marks a families love and remembrance
to the passing of a woman named Judith
the pigeons flock in carnal mass gatherings
knowing I've been there for 3 hours already
because I have the look of someone who hides his crusts
because I have the hungry eyes of the look of the street.
The well dressed man at the end of the alleyway,
the plume of carcinogen cigar smoke
like a coal fired power station in the sunlight
this is where they go for over-priced craft ales
with Sautéed Wild Rabbit starter and £65 Wagyu Tomahawk Steak
a place for fine pickings in the alleyway ashtrays
dispensed cancer sticks left disregarded
the half-finished defiance of another £9 packet
that was simply spare change to begin with
I hover around making false promises on a deadline phone call
pretending in mime to be semi-OK
that the compadres are running late
and "tell me about the theatre show later"
the misdirection amid the camouflage of plastic peace lilies
while my other hand rummages the unspent tobacco
and the black-on-black door steward keeps clocking me
because I have the look of the street.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Judith took me
to the derelict cottage
just off the wood
in the Easter recess
from school
she opened up
the back door
and into the kitchen
with its smell
of damp and decay
it's been empty for years
she said
my sister and I
used to come here
and pretend
it was our own cottage
smells horrible
I said
ignore the smell
she said
pretend it's our
own cottage
and we have
just moved in
after marrying
when did we marry?
I asked
after we left school
she said
smiling
she walked into
a larger room
with wide windows
looking out
onto a large
overgrown garden
we could grow
some of our own food
she said
looking out
the window
I looked at
the hanging wallpaper
and a damp patch
on the ceiling
and our children
could play out there
she said
what children? I asked
when did they come along?
after we married
she said
I don't remember
I said smiling
you will
if you pretend better
she said
moving through
to another room
at the front
I noticed a space
where a picture
must have hung
because it was cleaner
than the rest
of the wall
I like this room
she said
this is where we will sit
and have our TV
and radio
and the children
can sit with us
and we can cuddle them
I nodded playing along
let me show you upstairs
to the bedrooms
she said
so I followed her
up the creaky stairs
her green skirt
swaying as she walked
three bedrooms
she said
one for us
one for our boys
and one for our girls
she stood
in the front bedroom
looking out
over an untidy hedge
onto the road
this is our bedroom
she said
turning around
looking at it all
our bed can go there
she said
pointing to a wall
on the left
and we can have
a dressing table
and dresser
the room was empty
and smelt
over by the right wall
was a pile of ****
some one's been here
and dumped
I said
probably some *****
or hobo
she looked
at the ****
and said
who's dumped
in our bedroom?
I laughed
it isn't our room yet
pretend
she said
I pretended
the **** wasn't there
and we went
into the other bedrooms
and she said
this was where
such and such
will be
and out of the window
the overgrown garden
seemed vast
with an apple orchard
to the left
she touched my hand
and squeezed it
we will be happy here
she said
I looked about
the room years after
the cottage smelt ranker
and she was dead.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
The day was clear as fire,
the birds sang frail as glass,
when thirsty I came to the creek
and fell by its side in the grass.
My breast on bright moss
and shower embroidered weeds,
my lips to the live water,
I saw him turn in the reeds.
Black horror sprang from the dark
in a violent birth
and through its cloth of grass
I felt the clutch of earth.
O beat him into the ground
O strike him till he dies,
or else your life itself
drains through those colourless eye.
I struck again and again.
Slender in black and red
he lies, and his icy glance
turns outwards, clear and dead.
But nimble my enemy
as water is, or wind.
He has slipped from his death aside
and vanished into my mind.
He vanished whence he came,
my nimble enemy;
and the ants come out to the snake
and drink at his shallow eye.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Outside Stockholm
in that base camp
having put up the tents
and unloaded the bags
and suitcases
from the top
of the truck
you walked with Moira
to the camp cafe
and order two beers
and burgers and fries
and looked out
the window
at the spread of tents
over the campsite
and Moira said
if I have to share a tent
with that Yank girl another night
I’ll go mad
her and her talk
and boasting
of how many men
she’s *******
and where she’s been
and what she’s done
and always wearing
that leather gear
all black and tight
showing her backside
and small ****
and so Moira went on
and you listened
half heartedly
wondering what Judith
was doing in Florence
and who she was with
and if she remembered you
and would bring you back
some gift like she did
from Amsterdam
that postcard
of a Chagall print
which you pinned
to your wall
and if she so much
as boasts of her education
once more
I’ll break her
FECKING JAW
Moira said loudly
so that people nearby
turned their heads
and stared
your thoughts of Judith
blew away
and the image
of the Chagall print
pinned to your bedroom wall
maybe she’ll sleep elsewhere
you said
who else to sleep with?
she said
huh? who else is there?
what about that Yorkshire girl?
you asked
maybe she will
I’ll ask
Moira said
can only say no
and she sat
and thought
and sipped her beer
and the other people
looked away
and returned
to their conversations
and you sipped yours
taking note of her small hands
and plumpish fingers
and the small *******
pushing through
the tight tee shirt
and the small
silver crucifix
hanging down between
and her moving chin
and you wondered
how well she *******
but didn’t ask
being
you thought
rather rude.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
Before choir practice
before entering
the vestry door
you and Judith
stayed behind
and waited until
the others
had gone inside
and Judith said
look at those stars
and how dark blue
the sky is
you gazed up
at the evening spread
of dark blue
and stars
and moon
to one side
and you put
your hand
around her waist
and drew her close
and she lay
against you
and you said
I read some place
that some
of those distant stars
burned out
centuries ago
and what we see
is the ghostly glow
of dead stars
and she turned your head
towards her
and kissed you
and the pressing
of her lips on yours
and her hands
on your waist
and her 13 year old
******* pushing
against your
14 year old chest
and the sound
of the choir starting up
in practice in the church
and the flight of bats
across
the evening sky
and she holding you near
and the lips engaged
and the eyes closed
and the breathing
taken in
coming up for air
and behind you
the aging graves
the tombstones
with moss
and half lit
by moonlight
and star’s glow
and you held her
in place face to face
with your hands
upon the cheeks
of her behind
eyes still closed
in the land
of the love ******
blind.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold day
there is no revelation. He will go his own way
to the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.
About our war what is there to say. Yesterday
a flock of bluebirds was the only color in the woods.
Have they arrived too early for their good?
Of Judith and Inanna I have Korf's fears.
Inanna is generous, Judith is dangerous.
On each the wise elders depend for sustenance,
protection. Agriculture is ******
and wars end when men remember ***********
To savor the young woman's thighs and the old one's food,
to water her womb and cut her wood.
Is this not what's real, the actual, the animal?
The women I have known were bluebirds and crows, such
nuthatches, cardinals, robins, an occasional thrush.
They did not consider their bodies holy,
they found my seduction easy. What good luck
on the bed, in the light of the land, in our youth.
Our enemy eventually becomes our brother,
his misery lifted by coming to her city.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
You met Judith
in the woods
at the back
of the cottage
you had the mutt with you
taking it for a walk
on the lead
in case it ran off
she was by
the small pond
in her summer dress
her hair tied back
by a dark blue ribbon
why did you bring your dog?
she asked
the parents said
she needed
to stretch her legs
you replied
looking beyond her
at the small pond
where you used to sit
trying to fish
but caught nothing
where shall we go?
she asked
let’s go sit
by the small lake
(as you called
the large pond)
and we can sit and talk
what about your dog?
oh she’ll be ok
I can tie her lead
to the nearest tree
she’ll have room
to move around
and sniff and root out
insects if she likes
you said
I bet you say that
to all the girls
Judith said
and laughed
and you smiled
and took in
her laughter
and the way
she laughed
her eyes
brightening up
her lips parting
like a breaking dawn
and taking
your spare hand
she walked you through
the woods stepping over
brambles and fallen branches
to get to the outer fence
which she climbed over
but you climbed through
and the mutt walked under
and as you walked
across the field
to the lake
she said
I hope no one saw us
the other day
when we did those things
why
what makes you think they did?
you asked
holding the mutt in check
as it tried to run off
just something
my mother said
before I came out
this morning
when I said
I was meeting you
oh
you said
was she on the war path?
no
but it was the way she said it
as if she knew something
about us or me and you
and that day
and where we were
a rook flew overhead
a black flap of wings
a loud call
shouldn’t think
so you said
watching the rook
fly off
the mutt barking
maybe
she was just trying
to dig out something
or maybe she just thinks
the worst of me
you said
maybe
Judith said
and became silent
as you both moved
towards the large pond
( the lake as you called it)
and sat down
after tying the mutt
to the nearest tree
where it sat staring
at you both
with its dark eyes
as Judith laid her head
on your shoulder
staring out
at the skin of water
on the pond
and the slight shimmer
where dragonflies
came and went
on the surface
and whispered
I love you
which vibrated
along your shoulder
and into your heart
and you couldn’t see a time
you’d not be together
or ever
this side of death
be apart.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
The morning mist
that hung over
the pond (or your lake
as Judith called it)
had moved away
by the time she came
and stood next to you
wrapped up in her
Sunday best
waiting until the time
for the bus to take
you both to sing
in the church
her breath flowing out
on the air
like cigarette smoke
her eyes focused
on the skin
of the still water
I dreamt of you
last night
she said
you and I
were snuggled
together in my bed
having made love
you watched
a magpie take flight
over the water
nice
wish I could
have been there
in person
you said
more breath
left her lips
and rose upwards
maybe next time
you can
she said
turning her head
spreading her lips
into a smile
just be my luck
your mother
will invade the dream
and catch us
you said
yes
Judith said
that would
spoil the dream
some what
there was a mist
over the pond earlier
you said
it looked beautiful
she turned
and stared
over the water
I missed that
as you missed
making love to me
in my dream
she whispered
drawing closer
her hands
taking hold
of yours
what did you
dream about?
she asked
an empty bed
and cold sheets
and a space
where you should
have been
you said
she smiled
and said
I couldn’t be
in both beds
at once could I?
once more
there was the rising
of her breath
you couldn’t tell her
you’d seen
an image
of her death.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
Cold: my toes wiggle.
Rainfall: happy redwoods weep.
Fog encroaches yet.
There: now you are here,
but you are warmer inside –
kindled by haiku. :)
©14Dec2010 @DracoTalpus
for Judith Giganti, who has
never been to California, who
has a huge heart, and who is
otherwise a tiny woman with
a contrary name. ;)
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
"Learn to relax,
Do not think so much,
Just be"
- Ordinary People
Novel by: Judith Guest
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
I'm awokenby the near-deafening sound
of the lighthouse fog horn,
as if the sun sent me a wake-up call
so that I could rise with it simultaneously.
Through my open window
the fresh salt air
is pushed into my nose and lungs
by the winds from the breath of the ocean.
I hear what sounds like a low murmur of pre-movie theater chatter of seagull caws
outside my window.
I look out over the water
and see the waves of high tide crashing against the jetty.
As the perfectly blended colors of the sunrise flood my vision,
I smile because I know that I am home.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
It's time to put aside the traditional concepts of relationship and seriously consider the notion of a cosmic, spiritual partnership that will transcend those of the past. Not only is this new concept beginning to take hold and flourish, in the end it is going to prevail. And it's going to prevail because ego will have no place in such a union. Spiritual partnership is based upon equality, balance between the male and female energies, the freedom and the strength to be one's self while taking responsibility for one's actions, sacred sexuality, open and truthful communication without fear of ridicule, honoring and respecting the other's strengths and weaknesses, and the genuine recognition that your partner is truly your most intimate and all-embracing friend.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
It was the day after
JFK got blown away
and Judith saw Benedict
briefly after work
outside the gas station
where he worked.
Shame about the President,
she said, I quite liked him.
Yes, ****** Benedict said,
why do they do that?
Why blow away a good man
When there are plenty
of bad buggers to blow out.
Judith looked up at the moon;
her coat was buttoned up
tight to keep out the cold.
How are you? she asked.
Benedict gazed at her.
So so, bored with the job,
**** gas and oil and all that
moaning from the customers.
It comes with the territory,
she said. Apart from that then?
she said. He smelt her perfume;
it was different from her usual.
New scent? She smiled. Yes,
glad you noticed, she said.
Bought it from my own money
instead of having to borrow
my mother’s. That other stuff
was your mother’s? Yes, she said.
God, no wonder it was bad, he said.
She hit his arm. Only joking he said.
How can I tell with you? she said.
When I smile, then I’m joking.
She sniffed the air. Frost coming.
He looked at her walking beside him,
her hands in her pockets, her headscarf
on her head, her hair escaping,
the moonlight catching it.
Cold? he asked, I know how we
can get warm. Not tonight and not
how it went before, she said.
Shame, he said, the moon’s out full
and the stars are bright.
Do you love me? she asked.
Of course I do, he said.
Then wait, she said.
He wanted to hold her hand,
but it was shoved in her pocket.
Can I kiss you? he asked.
She stopped by the roadside.
The hedgerows were like
small dark walls, trees stood
like silent giants. She took out
her hands and held him close
and they kissed. It was the first time
they’d kissed in a while, he
recalled the time before, her lips had
pressed lightly then, half not wanting
to, half unsure. He sensed her lips
there, the pressing was firm, her
warmth warmed him. He held her
about the waist, wanted to touch
her skin, her nakedness. Their
lips parted. They stood looking
at each other. He saw her eyes
catch moonlight, tears reflected.
She sensed a growing apart, she’d met
another, at work, in the town,
wasn’t sure where it would go.
Benedict sensed uncertainty there,
something out of place,
a connection loosened, despite the kiss
and hold. The darkening night,
the biting of the cold.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
You and Judith
sang in the choir
at the Major’s
daughter’s wedding
and after
you walked along
to the house and gardens
where the reception
was being held
where there were marquees
for food of various kinds
and a huge beer tent
where there was champagne
and beer and wine
and soft drinks and lemonade
and she said
I will never have
a wedding like this
and she glanced around
at the marquees
and the people
in their fine clothes
and large hats
and waitresses walking
with trays of drink
maybe not
you said
taking two glasses
of champagne
from the tray
of a passing waitress
not with the money
my dad gets
from farm work
she added
taking the glass
you offered her
and sipping
and you watched her lips
and how they worked
the crystal glass
and her fingers
holding the stem
as if it were a gold gem
worth more
than her father earned
in a lifetime
but I can always pretend
she said
and placed her arm
under yours
and walked you forward
over the grass
we can always pretend
it’s our wedding day
and these are our guests
and over the way
in the entrance
of one of the marquees
Hill stood with his
schoolgirl girlfriend Shirley
both supping the bubbly
him in his Sunday best
and she in a pink
and white dress
and her blonde hair
and stockings
and white shoes
and you said
would we invite Hill
and his girlfriend
or Tidy and his thick
caterpillar eyebrows?
she looked over at Hill
and pretty Shirley
and said
we have to be generous
when in love
and it’s our wedding day
and she lay her head
on your shoulder
and you watched
the bride and groom
over by the main marquee
kissing and embracing
and the people
around them
were cheering
and as you both
moved on
she said
where shall we go
for our honeymoon?
the south of France
you said
somewhere warm
and glancing at the sky
it carried a promise
of a coming storm.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Miss Billings dismounted her motorbike
over by the garage wall
and in Marilyn Monroe like fashion
she walked up towards
the forecourt where you
were sweeping
between the pumps
with the big broom
Mr Fredericks had given you
a few minutes ago
to clear the last
of the snow
got you busy already kid?
she said
undoing the headscarf
and giving you the eye
yes he said to get off
the rest of the snow
she glanced around
the forecourt
well don't let me keep you kid
don't let it be said
I kept a keen man down
and she walked off
into the garage rooms
to the back office
swaying her backside
as she went
you watched
until she had disappeared
then swept more snow
from the pumps
until half hour later
(only three cars had entered
the forecourt for petrol)
you walked to the small office
at the front where the till
was kept and a small heater
was lit to keep you warm
when Miss Billings came along
and said
you want some coffee
or cocoa? or anything else
to get you warm?
coffee would be nice
you said
OK kid
she said
keep yourself warm in there
don't want you to freeze
your jewels off
and she swayed away
humming some song
as she went
you rubbed
your chilled hands
together to warm them
remembering that Christmas
when you and Judith
had walked
through the snow
carol singing
her cheeks red
with her cold
her hand touching yours
her breath exiting
her mouth
like cigarette smoke
and she pretended
she had a cigarette
between fingers
her eyes bright as stars
her hand squeezing
her fingers freezing
what you dreaming about kid?
Miss Billings said
putting a mug of coffee
by the till
O just thinking
of happy times
in my past
well hold on to it kid
she said
because it won't last
and she wiggled off
like some imitation Monroe
without the glitter or good looks
back to the back office
to play with herself
or make up the books.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Early July
and Judith sat
on the wooden fence
beside you
over looking the pond
which she called the lake
dressed in a plain grey skirt
and green blouse
her brown hair
brushed untidily
as was per norm
her hands beside her
balancing her
on the top beam
mum said men
are not to be trusted
Judith said
me included?
you asked
you especially
she said smiling
she didn’t mention you by name
just said men in general
and my dad looked at her
sideways on
pulled a face
then carried on
with his breakfast
a jackdaw flew across
the pond noisily
making Judith jump
****** bird
nigh on made me
wet myself
she said
following the bird’s flight
what made your mother
go on an anti men campaign?
you asked
watching two ducks
move across
the water’s skin
I think she saw us
coming through the woods
behind your house
yesterday after school
Judith said
we were too close together
mum said
but where she was
to see us I have no idea
hanging from a tree maybe
you said
don’t think so
Judith said smiling
maybe she’s spying on us now?
you suggested
Judith looked around her
then back at you
don’t say that
I almost had kittens
it’s not kittens
you have to worry about
you said
sunlight flickered
through high branches
birds sang
white clouds
moved slowly overhead
you touched her hand
with yours
felt her warm skin
her fingers
her short fingernails
she looked at the flickering sunlight
I know
she said softly
come on
let’s go near the lake
she said
and jumped off the fence
and so did you
and walked over
the grass
to the pond’s side
under a vast sky of blue.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
Judith sat next to you
on the school bus
going home
holding hands
beneath her coat
on her lap
and she said
some one must have seen us
the other week
by the pond
because my dad
asked me about it
last night
and he said
not to let mum know
which I wouldn't
of course
but who saw us?
I don't know
you said
couldn't see anyone about
but who would tell my dad
about it?
did your dad say
who told him?
no he wouldn't say
she said
looking worried
have to be careful
where we go
you looked out
the window
at the passing scenes
her hand in yours
warm
her fingers next
to yours
what about meeting
in my dad's tool shed
that's quite big
and there's a couple
of old chairs in there
apart from his tools
and such
you said
I don't know
she said
what if your parents
see us?
we could go
into the house
they won't mind
me and you together
mum likes you
does she?
Judith asked
yes she says she does
you said
Judith smiled
and leaned closer to you
but didn't kiss
because of other kids
on the bus nearby
I like it near our lake
(Judith called it the lake
even though it was just
a large pond)
I like the quiet there
and the ducks
and fish just
beneath the surface
and the birds flying
overhead
she said
I like it there too
you said
us being alone together
just lying there
or sitting
looking over
the pond
the peacefulness
the aloneness
of us just being us
and you thought
of you and Judith
that last time
kissing
laying near
the pond
being there
feeling her near
smelling the perfume
she borrowed
from her mother's collection
feeling her lips
on yours
and as she looked away
out of the window
you wanted to kiss
the nape of her neck
but you didn't
you just sighed
wishing you were elsewhere
sans other kids
sans others' eyes
just you and her
and the pond or lake
feeling as if dawn
had just come
and you from some
dark sleep
and were now awake.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Nolan...a gift for stories.. He still sings of her glories.. From the folds, a soul cast out...of a family for his doubt.
Gwen...a mom for us, who lost her own....she was 14, not nearly grown...she hurts for work she was forced to do...ignoring her own needs, she'll focus on you...
Brenden...is there a more caring man? He watched over us as a mother hen...He could not keep us each from harm...no matter his love or old-soul charm...
Kelly...a shy girl; she was me, refected in all of my poetry...she watched the grief seize her world...cut off from herself, she spun and twirled...
Shannon...my heart my little sis...she bubbles with smiles I sorely miss...she gives away love and is so very cute...she is the reason I am no longer mute...
Jonny...he was so small...around his heart was built a wall...he speaks as one who is lifetimes old...inspiration moves through him body and soul...
Bob...he was just a babe...was not held long by arms that save...but still clear on how good it would feel...to be himself; to be free and "real"...
We are her seven, her work of art...each our own story, the music of Judith Anne's heart.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
She had taken you
to a field
near her father's house
you could see it
as you lay
in the tall grass
the summer school recess
having begun
the brain washing
over for a while
and Judith said
I had to sneak away
before Mother got me
into chores and such
and she glanced over
at the house
with her big blue eyes
glad we're here
you said
touching her hand
your finger running
along her soft skin
if she'd seen me
it would have been
just do this
or just do that
and the morning
would have gone
and you
would have waited
and waited
like a spare *****
at a wedding
as my brother
often says
she said
without turning
her head
she lay back
on the grass
her brown hair
spread amidst the green
you gazed at her eyes
looking up at you
and that smile
beginning to open
and her words
waiting to spring out
I'd have waited
you said
spare *****
or whatever
and she laughed
and as she laughed
you loved her more
and kissed her forehead
and her cheek
and moving lips
and still she laughed
and said
sorry can't help it
it's the way
you said it
and her laughter
frightened birds
into flight
and the echo
of her laughter
almost reached
the house you imagined
and saw
in your mind's eye
her mother looking
towards the field
hearing the echo
of laughter
and she frowning
her thin lips tightening
she imagining
whatever
her worse fears were
****** not ******
up there in the field
but looking over
at the house
it sat still and silent
with no one looking out
or over
her mother not knowing
where her daughter was
being kissed and such
beautifully in the tall clover.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
You used to sit
on the cross beams
drilling holes through
for the wiring
circa 1965
on some building site
where Clifton
had left you
with the tools
for the jobs
he wanted done
hand drill
screwdrivers
hammer
chisel
and enough electric cable
to reach
the North pole
in the background
transistor radios
were blasting out
pop music
Bob Dylan
the Beatles
The Rolling Stones
and here and there
other guys
plasterers and painters
and bricklayers
all doing their job
when and where
they could
and you wondered if Clifton
would remember
to pick you up
after work or if
you'd have to get
the bus home spending
your own money
which he seldom repaid
(the tight ***
but sometimes
you thought of Judith
and what
she was doing
and whom
she was seeing now
thinking back
to the days
when she was yours
the bright days
the days you spent
by the pond
(which she
called the lake)
the kissing
the loving
the sun over
the pond
making shadows
and bright places
or the days at school
on the sports field
after recess
her words
her wisdom
her bright eyes
and smile lingering
as you bored the hole
in another cross beam
yours hands aching
from the constant turning
and Dylan singing
Blowing in the Wind
from some transistor
across the way
another hole to bore
another boring day.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
She comes to me, my Guardian Angel
And I apprehend with my little heart shaped
tool of ken, the luminosity of the Source
Crashes through the aurora into the
Stratosphere and she is near here supposing
the infinite beginning
All over again
an integrity, bright white light
Without temperature, she says, “Yes,
You are a mortal immortal…”
she demonstrates her
torrid honor, dignity and warm
Fervor always available in her cosmic &
Iridescent timetable, her dispatch of
Provisions astonishes my worry,
I call her Miss
Instance immemorial,
She warns of the fans of death and the boon
cosmos encompassing the faithful
The synchronicities she broke apart
And mended, to inseminate the nick of
Time with God-seeds sown into my heart-
she gave me love engulfing time…
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC