Trying to Understand

Young man, baggy shorts, shirt, hat
Hair long dread locks
We sign in our
cars for service.

we sit across from each other
in the lobby
scanning our smart phones
glance at TV

I'm curious about him
try to converse
I get silence
so why bother

Unconditional

it was time for me

to get a dog companion

unconditional

love for me for care I give

yes quid por quo finally

 

 

New Poems - Tanka Style

Last night we ladies explored the Japanese style "Tanka" of poem.   Longer than a Haiku.   No punctuation.  Lyrical!

 

the wheel is silent

I place the moist clay on the bat

I wet my hands

I cup the clay

the 3 of us go round and round.

 

 

 

the vessel sits on it's tile

all night long drying shrinking

it is bone dry now

can-will it withstand the fire

Beginning the Day with Bill

Beginning the Day with Bill

Morning, start working.

She spies photo on her desk.

His smile makes her smile.

The President's Perspective

I was glad to hear the President's message on the George Zimmerman trial results with respect to the perspective of being a person of color.

A White Woman's Walk

On the street alone

Clutching her keys, she hurries.

A black man walks by.

A Black Man's Walk

On the street ahead, 

A white woman hurries.

Please stop judging me.

Two Women Walking

On the street at night,

The two women pass each other.

Black, White, greetings - smiles.

Rebekah Jean No More

Rebekah Jean No More

Trying to find herself

And wanting a brand new name

How Pocahontas!

Haiku - City Living

So you'll know, I feel an obligation to share what I see while living in the city.  Not everything is flowery, nice and pleasant.   These things I've observed. 

Times Have Changed

Section 8 housing

2 white men with sticks and bags

Clean up black men's trash.

Choices

Section 8 housing
She walks the dog past shiny
Jaguars and Benz's

The Burbs

In city's suburbs

The woman thinks righteously.

I'm not judgmental.

Inner City

City, angry screams

The woman wonders why she's

Being judgmental.

Gaul

At the burned down house

The arrogant man glares at

The woman he's robbed.

New Poems - Haiku Humor

The assignment was Haiku.  

The Exercise

In a close, warm room

5 women with paper and pens,

Empty their blank minds.

Magazine Ad

Shiny magazine

The giraffe benignly stares.

You looking at me?

The Universe Breathing

Cool, dark outer space

Microns, protons, neutrons

Breathe life into me.

IMAGINE THIS

Today I have two new poems.

So Imagine Something New

He said you can do anything.

Put your mind to 

It will happen.

And he was right.

I imagined an art center

in the background, 

of my mind's eye,

unknowingly.

It came to be 10 years ago.

I was enthused

And inspired,

Unstoppable.

I'm still pumping my life blood

into the center.

But I am tired.

It consumes me,

feeling used up.

Imagine This

Imagine something new for us.

Let the present

Become the past

Bill and I

Moving forward.

What if there were no books to keep

No art shows and

No openings,

No press releases,

No email blasts?

What if the properties were sold,

The bills paid off,

A nest egg banked?

What would we do?

Touring, dining, walking, a nap-

A sketch, a play

A book, quiet

Conversation.

Last Day of Summer Art Camp but Time for a Poem

No What If's

Exploring Quantum Mechanics

Subatomic 

Waves and particles

Size and movement.

Where particles move so quickly

in and then out

There and not there

At the same time.

In a parallel universe

I'm there, I'm not

I did, didn't

Guilty, guiltless. 

July 10th - Storms & Poems

Here's my almost daily poem. 

Step into the dark, cool hallway.
Close the door on
heat of the day.
The dog greets me.

Time passes, the rooms grow darker.
Crepe myrtles move
back and forth in
the blowing winds.

The dog grows ansy as thunder
booms. She hears it
before I do.
We sit and wait.


The rain's here but quickly over,
The sun is out.
Dark clouds move south,
Hot summer day.

1 Minute Poem #1

Yesterday I joined a group of ladies and we were introduced to writing the 1 Minute Poem.   The poem takes more than a minute to write, but it contains 60 syllables, thus the name.  Cool. 

First we were told to think of images, smells, sounds, thoughts that we had engaged.  The next step was to select one which "jumped" out.  From there we went into James Joyce mode writing whatever came to mind about "our pick".   Finally we were instructed to write a poem using the structure of 3 verses, the first line of each would be 8 syllables, followed by 3 lines of 4 syllables each. 

Here's mine:

Title:  Cold Enough

Maybe I should visit a glacier.

Frozen water,

Icy cold air,

So very large.

Where I can stand close by wearing

My Tibetan

Black, woolen hat

And long red coat.

This may be the place I long for.

Cold enough for 

Me to seek warmth.

(c)  GMK 07/2013

One more thing.   While there we discussed our reactions to each others poems.   At one point, while talking, a word eluded me.  Everyone waited for me to think of the word.   No one tried to help.  No one interrupted.  They just waited, patiently for me.     Amazing.