Wings that lift a horse - single misplaced horn
go back to sleep
it's a dream
a night
mare.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Broad Daylight in September
On Sunday
Snitch
calls in
tip to police
cars are searched -men are cuffed - end of problem
Come Monday
Bright sunny day, casual friends - meet and greet.
tiny packets
quick exchange -
money
drugs.
(c)GMK 09/2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
On Family
Train Set
We finished building the train.
How long can we play?
Together.
Grandson
He said "I love you GG".
Can this be for real?
He's my boy!
Granddaughter
The box held 4 pink balloons.
Can this be for real?
It's a girl?
(c)GMK 9/2013
September 23 Poem
September 23
september two three
let the physicists explain
china make and ship
let me enjoy this good day
Sunday, September 22, 2013
September 22nd's Poems
September Sunday
Roll over, roll over, again.
It is morning
Almost morning
3 o'clock, yes.
Consequences to getting up -
Later a crash
Needing some sleep
No cat-nap time.
Yet it's so very quiet now.
Time for cocoa
Time for thinking
Time for a poem.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Quinzaines - Poem
On Running a Business - 3 Poems
Expect to work long and hard.
Isn't that how you run
a business?
He's the owner, a big shot.
Does this mean he works
less than us?
I look at him quite perplexed.
Why does he feel so
entitled?
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Today
In the fall of 2001 I was in New Mexico and before catching the plane home back east, I stopped at a flea market outside of Albuquerque and bought a Navaho tapestry for my son as a gift. The tapestry is a image of a silhouette of a coyote sitting on a rock in the desert with mountains and cacti in the background - a rising moon resting between two snow-capped mountains.
The coyote silhouette is a right profile, ears to the left and an open mouth pointing skyward, howling at the moon. Looking at in another way, the silhouette is facing forward with two pointed ears sticking up and the mouth closed facing to the left. In essence, the mouth and ears alternate in position. Is the coyote looking left, behind him with closed mouth or looking upward with open mouth, howling mournfully at the moon?
Twelve years later the tapestry now hangs in my living room - southwestern not being my son's choice for his apartment decor. Looking at it this morning, I realized that today is September 11th - a beautiful, clear day like 9/11 - twelve years ago - but hot, not crisp as it was then. It's 9:00 a.m. - about the same time the planes hit the twin towers and for the first time since 1941 our country was under attack. Thousands of people lost.
Everything changed that day.
As a country we were shaken. People in New York - looking for their friends and family with signs and pictures of their loved ones - holding them up for the T.V. cameras in hopes someone had seen the person. Heroes at the Pentagon saving co-workers. Heroes on the 3rd plane headed for the White House - thwarting the terrorist by diverting the plane to Pennsylvania. So, so brave and so, so sad.
Remembering. I feel a lot like the coyote - looking back - looking up.
Twelve years later the tapestry now hangs in my living room - southwestern not being my son's choice for his apartment decor. Looking at it this morning, I realized that today is September 11th - a beautiful, clear day like 9/11 - twelve years ago - but hot, not crisp as it was then. It's 9:00 a.m. - about the same time the planes hit the twin towers and for the first time since 1941 our country was under attack. Thousands of people lost.
Everything changed that day.
As a country we were shaken. People in New York - looking for their friends and family with signs and pictures of their loved ones - holding them up for the T.V. cameras in hopes someone had seen the person. Heroes at the Pentagon saving co-workers. Heroes on the 3rd plane headed for the White House - thwarting the terrorist by diverting the plane to Pennsylvania. So, so brave and so, so sad.
Remembering. I feel a lot like the coyote - looking back - looking up.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Sedoka Poem - THE ART TEACHER
THE Art Teacher
A Fast Mart now stands
With black stains - spent chewing gum
On my revered teacher's lawn.
In my mind - he's there
Brick house, columns, gracious porch
Mr. Davis - hat and cane.
Glenda Mace Kotchish
September, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September 1st Poem
September Song
We've suffered, survived
Summer's waves of brittle heat
Laden with humidity.
September - longed for
You have arrived, quietly
With the dawn of this good day.
Poem - Dreamtime
End of the World
Eyes of mine open
Morning after dream
Tricksters from hell at play.
Non-believer still?
Who wove this dream of horror?
Stories from childhood - or real?
Sedoka Poems in August
The Sedoka style poem is 3 lines with 5,7,7 syllables followed by another set of 5,7,7 syllables. The first set is the "image" and the 2nd set is the response or commentary.
Projects
The door's paint - peeling
Cedar siding wear and tear
Garden sharing space with weeds
"To Do" list is born
And goes forth to mutiply
In digital form
6 a.m.
Light from the window
Seeps into my bedroom door
The dog's collar - clear jingle
Sounds of morning
Pleasantly awakens me
A brand new day to spin.
Who Knew?
The job I hated
It occurred to me, just now -
Those people hated me, too!
At sixty two years
There's a chance I might be
Becoming wise, perhaps.
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