undesign

I was wondering what the world really looks like so I took some random pictures and so far as I can tell, I think this is what it looks like.

Sonnet on the Ribs of Laughter

 

Those who find the sun in every sorrow

may yet cry thunderstorms when in their hiding.

Not rarely, who teaches hope can barely borrow

what it takes to make it through a day’s colliding,

that is why they talk so much of hope.  Tomorrow

and today are both a moment in aligning;

joke is that the hawk-heart is a swallow

by night.  Who hears the music also hears the sighing.

By night who sees light, by day so sees the harrow,

but never ruled by sun nor star as law abiding,

no, the bilious cloud that knows of sorrow

comes at its whim, as does its twin: the dove arising.

Be kind to us we singers of delight,

we sing because we sigh in day and night.

-

From my second poetry book, Funny.

uplit blooms in the eerie dreary

This is something I am trying to establish for myself, but which often eludes me.   At present all is well, as a wet wren is bothering my window sill.  

Jump shots

 cannonball

plant fruit as fairy lights

These unsheathed themselves out of green fiber and into being and like dark matter fingers they are expanding.  Hope is the thing with eggplants that's pendent in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.