Poem - News Gal

Her hair -

so straight

I bet

it's curly

(c)GMK

Dream

A ceramic dress -

to a lace one -

gold.

I slipped on

and flitted about

room to room

street to street

free and beautiful

Dreaming October 12, 2014

(c) GMK

Last resident's remnant.

Last resident's remnant

Where did you come from?

Lying on your back

legs up

still as death -

a roach.

(c) GMK

When asked - What rejuvenates you?

Rejuvenate Me!

YOU  rejuvenate me -

your jokes and smiles

your  funny faux pas 

I rejuvenate me -

my poems

my drawings

my humor

NATURE rejuvenates me -

her breezes

her clouds

her rainy, misty days,

a purple thistle

in the sidewalk crack

(c) GMK

When?

When?

A week ago, I wondered

when you'd show up.

You're late this year

leaving us to wait 

while you linger in other places.

We are having

a lovely time

as things are - 

sinking into a lazy

complacency - actually.

But the thought of all

you'd bring -

your breezy ways,

your color,

the sound of you rustling about 

makes me wonder -

when?

Then, finally, today!

I guess the earth

tilted just enough -

the precise degree

and you arrived

in all your color,

crispness 

and salutations.

A late October -

Autumn

(c) GMK

History - a mystery

History - a mystery

Golden boy

King of Egypt

Chariot racer

Youthful, tragic death 

Enclosed in a dazzling sarcophagus  

King Tut

Incestuous 

Brother-sister-parent

Born deformed

Club foot

Wide womanly-hips

buck teeth

King Tut

(c) GMK

1st and 2nd editions

1st and 2nd editions

Everyone knows

The first edition

Is a learning run

Expect some errors

And allow for the

Lessons to sink in

Making room for a second edition

(c) GMK

Finding Faults

Looking at errors
One may miss out on what is
Correct and lovely

(c) GMK

When I'm Sixty-four

When I'm Sixty-four

I was only thirty-four

 prime-time

I fell, you fell, we fell

UP.

A grand ride

30 years of

the best

the most productive

the most creative

the happiest

now I'm 64

thanks be to the universe

and we're still falling UP.

 © GMK

October 3, 2014

Arthur - A Poem

uncle arthur came calling today

just in time to spoil the celebrations

and rain on everyone's parade.

we heard he was in the country

and thought he might skip us and pass on by.

but he decided to stop and visit awhile

before continuing his journey north.

of course the children and dogs were afraid of him -

huddling around their mothers and in the kitchen,

even before he was in good sight.

such a racket he can make.

and this time he was in especially loud form.

if there's anything fragile laying about

you'd better put it out of sight -

he takes no care 

and tramples anything he comes across.

as he settles in with us

he begins spinning his tale.

it's always the same story -

how he started out just a little wisp of a thing

and how he grew 

meandering about down south -

island hopping

and when he was big enough and old enough

he left his modest beginnings

to come and show us

his new-found boldness.

he cast his fury upon us -

his voice booming - around us - through us

until finally the floodgates broke 

and water - everywhere.

mid-tale - he calms himself for awhile - as always.

we sit back and rest.

 but it's a short repose.

he lifts himself up - slowly at first

then faster and faster 

he gains momentum

and works himself int a state.

there is nothing we can do

but watch him storm about

until he's tired of us

and leaves

on his journey - north.

Ocean Isle Beach

July 3, 2014

(c) GMK

Summer Haiku Too

an island salamander

lives on  the porch - her desert

cousin - beneath a hot rock

6/25/2014 

(c) GMK

Summer Haiku

dragon and damsel flies

mistake my car hood

for a cool mountain stream

(c)  GMK 06/25/2014

On a favorite tool - Haiku

fan's cool breath

glass pen lies still

broken nub

(c) Glenda Kochish

June 18, 2014

On Ocean Isle Beach

close eyes

lie in the surf

move into shore

out to sea

by ocean waves

closing overhead

 

(c) 6/14/2014 GMK

On Criticism

criticism's noise

dispursed into

delight

(c) Glenda Kotchish 

(6/2014)

More Haiku

a drop of water

slides around the curve of a cup

changing shapes

(c) Glenda Kotchish 6/2014

Reading Hem

going nowhere

with Ernest Hemingway ...

enough!

(c) Glenda Kotchish

June 2014

More on Steel and Glass

steel glass wall

warming, cooling, dawn to dusk

into night - weathering time

(c) GMK 06/06/2014

Huiku - In the Moment

steel girders

holding glass

are you really a wall

steel girders holding glass
catching reflections
of a full and empty world

(c) GMK 6/4/2014

Poem - On Truth

On Truth

Speak to me of truth.

Tell me the truth

Truly dear.

Oh that's a hard one

my darling

for what truths do you desire?

Is there a god?

Is there life after death?

Was JFK's assassination a conspiracy?

Or perhaps you desire the truth about yourself.

Are you special?

Are you talented?

Are you unique?

Are you loved?

The truth is:

The truth abides with you

and you alone

and with me

and me alone

and most certainly with Keats

and Keats alone.

" Beauty is truth, truth beauty,- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

(c) GMK 3/2014

March Morning - Poems

morning, greyish, hints

a warm rain trying to fall

turning into spring

3/12/2014

g kotchish

happy birthday Dad

i see your wide sunny smile

happy where you are

3/12/2014

g kotchish

Poem - In Time

 In Time 

in 1000 years

3014

if numbers are still useful then

and used to measure time

America's legacy of slavery

1655 - 1865

210 years in duration

will have been forgotten

and may be only a footnote 

in some old book 

or redundant  digital device

and will no longer reside 

as a boil

ready to erupt 

just beneath our skins 

a factor coloring our encounters 

with each other

and if humans are alive

in 3014

and the world has progressed

and human civil rights

are preserved 

and furthered

and kindness and logic

rule

then we - the whites

will finally be freed

(c) GMK 3/2014

Richmond - A Poem

About the poem's inception and construction:

• This poem is in Choka form (alternating 5 and 7 syllables per line with the final line being 7 syllables) 

• We were asked to think of some trivial wish - something we would like to change and then pick 5 words/phrases from a box and used them in the poem.  After thinking of trivialities in my life like "I wish I could find a new pair of black cowboy boots, and "I wish I could find a good dentist" I landed upon "I wish I didn't have so much holding me in Richmond, Va.    
• The words I randomly selected were: custom fit, analyze, look up, dollar, relax

Here's the poem:   Richmond

richmond virginia

you've got a hold on me

i've tried to break free

but you keep pulling me back

i want to explore

i've longed for arizona

the shores of scotland

and the pacific northwest

the universe speaks

richmond virginia is home

custom fit for you

i've already analyzed pros and cons

here's the place to be

why do you say no and leave

don't fight me on this

see the dollars to be made

relax, look up, all is well

(c) GMK 2/2014

Traversing - A Poem

(c)GMK 2/26/2014

A Snow Poem

Snow

snow

flury

blowing hard

long awaited

lies on the ground now

hardened into a crust

ice capturing footprints

the heater 

works all night

keeping the pipes 

from freezing

the facets drip

we wear our sweaters

and thick socks

curled on the sofa

with soft blankets

and hot coffee

                                                                                                          perfect

(c)  GMK 2/2014

Silver Spoons - A poem

Silver Spoons

once i had 

silver spoons

engraved

in another life

or a dream

linens

and china

and lace

(c) g kotchish 2/2014