Two Poems

I have been behind since April 1 on my purely voluntary and self-imposed goal of writing a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month,  but this is the day I catch up, posting two short poems that visited me yesterday afternoon after a hectic day, while sitting bemused in a daze drinking tea. I love those kind.

Batik Ghosts of Spring

Tied dyed iris, chrysoberyl
 speckled mauve

and palest pink, has not

become the rich purple brown and

bruised gold of its cameo’d face
nor grown its startling beard orange

because the soil I build them with

 is wrong; the taste

of alkali and dusty dinosaur bone

bleaches them pale as newborn spirits,
heads floating ghostly above

their corporal vase
soft beacons

while outside the blood black kale

throws its sulphur bouquet

wild wild into the prairie wind,

 laughing to be flower bride instead of

dinner, teasing the gnats

that feed the bluebird.

April 2012

~*~

Unspoken

The words I still have

are barely holding together

their delicate shells cracked

their bones broken

marrow sucked and chicks

destined never to fly

empty rattles good

only for

making

noise.

Come closer

closer

here

where lips are warm

and not for talking

and there are things

needed

that
words can’t do

April 2012

Image for Batik Ghosts of Spring: Iris Throat, by discutant, on flick'r

Images for Unspoken: mystery eggshells, by weshook, on flick'r
god bless the daylight, by sevenworlds16, on flickr

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