Saturday, December 20, 2008

Poetry Time

NOTE: More stuff I found floating around in that file of really old garbage I wrote years ago. Some of it still appeals. This one, for example, though riddled with cliches, I still like.

Through the Hole

for MHF

though the hole see the sky

past the green see the flat

yellowed field smooth patch and rippled kentucky blue

browned with cold freezer burnt

watch the road white ice black

sunning cat - fence sitting fatly - peering through

peering through swatches green

not be seen, dare reveal

hiding place: juniper canopy at corner house

through the hole see the sky

hop to branch prepare to fly

stretch the wings: small brown and drab but flying still

know the air hello the breeze

wan yellow sun bare leafless trees

winter now, but soon to come the smiling spring

latch to branch whistle song

as the cat pouts below

scan the field across the street for succulents

push the branch let it go

magic arms and fanning tail

no leap of faith as sparrow glides to field below

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