Keen kindly kites

A day late, but my theme remains happy things.

Oh, for yesterday the happy things are keen kindly kites and alphabet poems. The kites are from my own alphabet poem alphabeasts. I was thinking of the birds when I wrote it. I have not seen a kite yet. The brant above flying are caught by my cell phone, after my big camera ran out of batteries. They all spooked and leapt into the air. We did not figure out what spooked them.

I love other alphabet poems. Dr. Suess’s ABC, the wonderful creepy Edward Gorey poems, I have my childhood copy of Tasha Tudor’s A is for Annebelle, grandmother’s doll. Edward Lear’s alphabet poems and peculiar drawings always fascinate me. The children’s illustrated alphabets are beloved as well: Graeham Base’s endlessly detailed paintings for Animalia. We could make up whole stories about them! Max Grover’s deliciously strange The Accidental Zucchini with wonderful bright color paintings. What is your favorite?

K

 

 

How I water orchids

the grocery store orchid
instructions
say
to water with a weekly cube of ice

no

think of the orchid
perched high in the rain forest
on the branch of a tree
in the canopy

an ice cube

seems cruel

once a week
I take each orchid
and place it in a glass container
and pour water soaking

like the rains

inundating warm water

and let it soak a little

lift the orchid out to drain

and promise it the rain will come

again next week

sometimes
the orchids bloom and bloom and bloom

for months

promise them the rain will come

again next week

 

for the Daily Post photo challenge: sweet.

Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit

For the Daily Prompt: carve. I think of skiing, bicycling. And I think of a piece of my heart. I wrote this in the early 2000s.

Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit

She is so beautiful with her wings
multicolored many splendored lights caught and multiplied
as she flutters

I freeze
I am an ogre
Huge and clumsy
I know from past past many times
Not to touch you
My rough fingers have brushed the tiny feathers from your wings
You cry in pain and your flight becomes erratic
My kiss is just as bad
Rough lips
If I move the wind of my passing blows you against a window
You fall stunned

I hold and crush
the box of feelings that can hurt you
Sorrow, anger, fear, dismay
Even fatigue turns my aura red
And scorches your wings

I hate to cause you pain

Fly butterfly girl
My baby needs me, my pager rings
My ogre husband stirs
The effort of holding still plain on his face
I can’t hold still much longer

Butterfly girl
Fly on home

Alphabeasts

For the Daily Prompt: undulate.

What a wonderful word! My thoughts go naughty… but no, this is mostly G rated, so I am reposting my poem with that word:

Alphabeasts

ambulating antelopes
bellies bearing beer
carrying cantelopes
deride damp deer

elegant elephants
feeling fitly fat
give generous gifts
handing hippos hats

ignorant iguanas
jealously jeer
keen kindly kites
lilting laughing leers

many merry meerkats
nearly never notice
one old orangutan’s
pompous pronouncements

querulous quail
reject reports regarding
shimmering snow snakes
tearing through tunnels

undulating ungulates
veer vivaciously
wondering why whales
xerox xylophones

yellow yaks yell
zip zap zoo!

I shall leave you

My poems start with a problem, an idea, a worry. I never know where it will go when I start. This poem started with wanting to leave in a positive way and started with the title. So how could I leave but leave with kindness? And what would I leave?

So it is a song. And should include sign language, I think….

I shall leave you

I shall leave you with a song
I shall leave you with music
I shall leave you with a picture
I shall leave you with voice upraised

I leave you with a song
I leave you with music
I leave you with a picture
I leave you with voice upraised

I leave you a song
I leave you music
I leave you a picture
I leave you voice upraised

I leave a song
I leave music
I leave a picture
I leave voice upraised

leave a song
leave music
leave a picture
leave a voice upraised

a song
music
a picture
a voice upraised

song
music
picture
voice

song

The uninhabitable spaces between us

still in my heart

why are you there?

you have sold me out
more than once
disappeared when I was sick
returning when I was better
long after I stopped being contagious
and noted when the news caught up
with what I’d been saying about opiates

she’s been talking about this
you say to others
I realize that you did not believe me
until the news agreed

another with words
“If you make me choose
I will choose her.”

I think “you just did.”
do you hear?
that is a threat
to shut me down
to shut me up
to shut me out

you won’t choose
I choose now
I walk away from your threat

another tells me to visit
and talk about her dead

she has refused to talk about
my dead
to me
for five years

how can she ask me
to talk about hers?

I walk away
kicking the falling leaves

I carry each of you
in my heart

as the space between us

widens

 

For Mindlove’sMisery’s Sunday Writing Prompt #288.

Over the Rhine: All of my favorite people.