Poetry

I looked up and there was one low upon the sky. And then three seven twelve. Then too many to count or even see- a torrent flying just beyond my reach. Golden underbellies and outstretched wings turning the blemished sky for a moment into a feathered quilt. Then there were fewer …. fewer nine five […]

A pinging singing of Rice bouncing off roof Spittering, splattering. Deluge of ball bearings Heralding forty-four Days and 44 more nights Rain again and again When, when will it end? The sheeting sleeting rain Gray days, wet lawns But look: a yellow revolution Retribution of the daffodils James Floss

Sky becomes a hovercraft of doom and I’m thinking, ‘now what?’ as I sit in the queue waiting to cross this quake-damaged bridge, shaken even more by the string of events that followed, reminding us of everything nature has to throw at us, leaving the bridge open to one-way traffic only, each determined repair challenged […]

When I see the river again It will be a new river. Not just the never ending youth of Flowing water, But a path carved anew A canyon deepened, Newly sculpted By the bold hand Of the raging torrent Dottie Simmons

I had to cut the grass. The mower’s electric, so not as loud as gas. Chaco still growled and glared. When I finally stopped, Chaco finally shared, “I dislike the outdoor vacuum.” “Duly noted,” I replied, as Chaco sniffed an early bloom. Having picked up the clippers, Chaco asked me, “Are those outdoor scissors I […]

Fed by a series of winter storms, the local park’s seasonal pond has made its annual reappearance and now dozens of ducks, alerted by their innate pond-recognition software, have descended to take up residence. I pause on my daily walk to observe them going about their ducky business, gliding and head-dunking and quacking in entertainingly […]

Most Blessings Don’t come into Our lives Kicking & Screaming, Then cuddling beyond Wildest dreams… Still, we wonder If everything is ok When his eyes close, Dreaming beyond First notions of All we love. Kirk Gothier

Loneliness, one dwells in lonely places, one sees lonely places, we feel the slight breeze of a sad glance through the wind, we hear the silent tweet of a mockingjay wondering if he will mock the wrong person. Bang…he lays on the ground. Why must one die, why would you commit corruption, a crime. Bird, […]

Suddenly, the leaves are all gone. The storms gave ample notice: Ignored. The alders will now paint the day’s luster, On a rare afternoon, posing As a cruel cheat of Autumn, Dripping spoonfuls of honey, Across the big bends of a fresh river. Evenings are still two months out. Here, morning’s curfew still remains As […]

at twenty I wrote a poem that would be a song sung by a woman in her twenties when I was sixty at thirty I wrote a poem that was a dream I had at twelve of a woman who is eternal at forty I found that place between the biding time and fully awake […]

Only humans could contrive Infinite numbers of ways To turn devices On/Off. We all struggle looking for What activates everything Every minute, of every day. Fortunately, artificial intelligence will Soon enable us to simply ask, For whatever we need! Kirk Gothier

Buckets of stars Cast across the frozen snow Glitter on the drive home Dottie Simmons Dinsmore