"monophony" poems
Mid-spring, skinny, black, blind
eastern tent caterpillars -
Malacosoma americanum -
falling from the cherry tree
leaning, human, over our deck.
Irksome. Mash and kick
them with my feet, continue
practicing or reading.
Three weeks later, reading
late at night. Heavy-bodied
black-eyed, reflexed antennae -
many hundreds of moths
crave the lamplight, some attaining
extinction through cracks
around the window screen. Vexing.
Until next morning, I look
up the name that has eluded me
all spring and early summer.
The single-minded moth and larval colony -
one small monophony.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
Colours of my mind,
when a wondrous sound rings.
Whispers and wardrobes and windowlight winks.
Invitations transport me.
Purples, blue, greens, pinks.
Fears and sorrys and hurting word stings.
i can supress all those,
when a wondrous sound rings.
Wishing and wonder and winding i thinks.
i’m enchanted by colours.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
But i do, and i am, and i wanted not and things.
i’m reminded of those,
when a wondrous sound rings.
i’ll do, and i’ll dream.
i’ll sorry and i’ll seem.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks,
When a wondrous sound rings.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC