Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Thursday, June 30, 2022
Thursday, April 28, 2022
042822e
Dragon with Fish
(a children's ekphrastic poem)*
Such a fat, friendly stripy dragon,
antennae half its body length,
big feet and a goofy grin,
itty bitty wings—no way she could fly,
but there she is, above the clouds,
frolicking with a winged fish, and one
with a head-mounted propellor;
but the cat with a jet pack
decided not to hang around.
Far below, fields in summer colors,
stripes of green, orange, red, and yellow,
delicious crops, I’m sure,
but I don’t know what they’re growing,
those people who live
in the red-roofed farmhouse.
*Ekphrastic poems are based on works of visual art. This one, by my wife, Sheila Kopaska-Merkel, is a colored-pencil drawing above my desk.)
Wednesday, February 2, 2022
020222b
black
tea
light spell
full moon mid-
night cemetery
south Georgia demon summoning
so sorry words of power were lost in translation
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Monday, January 31, 2022
013122
You hit the nail on the head,
She’s hot enough to melt asphalt,
But don’t touch that dial.
Don’t you recognize her?
That’s P. Mantis,
Deadliest divorce lawyer in town;
Tread carefully,
Or she’ll eat you alive.
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Sunday, January 16, 2022
Friday, January 14, 2022
Thursday, January 13, 2022
011322c
counting
on her fingers
again she gets twelve
011322b
spreading again
the cell we missed was the one
that counted
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
011222b
Crop Failure
imagine their displeasure
after 3.8 billion revolutions
the bacterial crop
should have been prime
instead, the farm was crawling
with inedible vermin
multicellular, encrusted with,
or containing, hard bits
of very limited value
the second spheroid from the primary
smothered by an opaque gaseous cloak
the fourth had lost all its water
the rest were worse
the system was a total loss
had to scrub the orb
and start anew
Sunday, January 9, 2022
010922c
Rolling down the highway
Eyes shut for a NY minute
Woke into a dream
That’s lasted nearly half a lifetime
Changes had to be made
Patience with myself
With others
New limits to set
And overcome
Or not
Finding things I like or don’t
Rubbing shoulders with Death
So often I almost know them
But there are perks:
New people, new places
A thousand open doors
And this new chair
0 to 15 in two seconds
I’m flying
Friday, January 7, 2022
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