Broken Windows

by alexindigo on flick'r

 

Broken Windows 
24/7

I wake up in the bird loud dawn

and turn on the machines

before my eyes are fully open

the sound of water

turbulent in heat falling

through the cost-effectively
stripped coffeegrounds;

the six notes of the windows sound

drown out the mockingbird

trying to sing through the pane.

Meanwhile, star shoes kicked off,

the sky frittles on the griddle

of the mad cooks who've

taken over her kitchen.

May Global Temperatures Second Warmest on Record

According to scientists at NOAA’s National Climatic Data Center, the globally-averaged temperature for May 2012 marked the second warmest May since record keeping began in 1880. 

May 2012 also marks the 36th consecutive May and 327th consecutive month with a global temperature above the 20th century average
.

Most areas of the world experienced much warmer-than-average monthly temperatures, including nearly all of Europe, Asia, northern Africa, most of North America and southern Greenland.

 Only Australia, Alaska and parts of the western U.S.-Canadian border region were notably cooler than average...   Credit: NOAA:

Monthly climate analysis data from NOAA/NCDC

July  2012

Posted for  Meeting the Bar   at dVerse Poets Pub

Prompt: What's the Buzz? by Charles Miller

Charles has asked us to , among other options, 

"write a poem that describes the fractured nature of the modern world...[or]

write a poem that incorporates newspaper clippings or other non-poetic material.." Which I sort of did, though my clipping is more messed with and appended to than included in the poem.

Image: Untitled, by alexindigo, on flick'r

Shared under a Creative Commons Attribution Only License

I have cropped and slightly manipulated alexindigo's photo; view the original 

here at his  flick'r photostream

Doors

Doors

O fate always opens a door they say

for every hinge or hand it blasts away;

O no, for every door that leaks cracked light

I say, another slams instead,and right

into the shattering face of a schlepp

who is never quite quick enough to step

back before cartilage snaps and blood gouts

coppery down his unexpecting throat.

The stinging smart of each hardwood denial

opens only doors for tears to fall in file,

a damburst that's impossible to plug

with any amount of reason’s tarry mud.

So much more sensible to sit and say

I didn't want to go there anyway.

May 2012

Posted for   Fireblossom Friday   at  real toads

Challenge: Stress

Header Image: Behind Door Number Three, by anyjazz65, on flick'r
Footer Image: Door knocker I, Carcasonne, by Stepheye on flick'r

Shared under a Creative Commons License

City of the Mind

City of the Mind

Give me

a  page of night's

black stardazzle,  splash

across some buttermilk moon, and

you win.

Boxes  

physical, imaginary;

so messy carving off

parts so people 

will fit.

October 2011

Posted for    Sunday Mini-Challenge     at with Real Toads

This is my attempt at a mirror cinquain. (one cinquain of lines of 2,4,6,8 and 2 syllables  and its reverse.) Kerry O'Connor will explain it all to you at the link above.

Image: Photo of The Museum Magritte, Brussels, By Michel wal 
(Own work) via Wikimedia Commons

Filling Brick Hats

Filling Brick Hats

The city's been up all night

abraded, restless on her stucco sheets,

clockwork cogs whirring and grinding

the chaff along with the wheat.

Just a little thing fails,

the tooth loosens itself in the

splitting splayed hole

and the buckle unbuckles.

The crack starts small,

pencil line of a fantasy disaster,

unseen in an ignorance

that crumples the bridge.

Important in her concrete suit,

the city wakes up breathing,

forever one breath away

from not breathing.

Two tall hats higher than hills

detonate red in cyclopean explosion

filling with death instead of

water for horses.

If there is a place where

water can be dipped up in a hat,

there must be a place

for the horse to drink;

the city, the hat, the gesture, 

the head it covers, hollow

as comfort, vengeance, the conceit

of  a vacant control.

May 2011

Posted for   OneShootSunday   at the inimitable  OneStopPoetry 

Photo by Scott Wyden

Scott Wyden's website