Icy Light

The stars are stripped naked
Burning on winter’s pyre
Icy light
Dancing illusions
Scenes from within the prism
Distant heat
Chilled in its closeness

The stars stare
While generations rise and fall
In a heartbeat
Each life
All its dreams
A cold and distant spark
The shimmer
In a single crystal of ice

Walk on the Wild Side- Lou Reed Tribute

Standing on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Lisa says
“I’m waiting for my man”
And I say “Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side.
Sail the darkened seas.
Your European son is gone,
Bye, bye, bye.”

Shiny, shiny
Shiny boots of leather
And a big straw hat
But what costume shall the poor girl wear?
A femme fatale
Beginning to see the light

What goes on in your mind?
I don’t know
Just where I’m going
But anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn’t turn around and break it
How does it feel
To be loved?

Life’s like
Sanskrit read to a pony
But despite all the amputations
Despite all the computations
What’s good?
Life’s good
And it was all right

This is my tribute to Lou Reed who passed away last Sunday.  This is completely made up of lines from Lou’s songs with the Velvet Underground and a couple of his solo songs.  Sort of a poetry/musical/lyrical collage.
I’m not sure if it really fits with Anna’s Meeting the Bar post on dVerse, but I’ll just throw it out there and let everyone else decide. :)

Down in the Hollow

A little Halloween spookiness I originally posted about a year ago. :)

Down in the hollow

In the whispering breeze

Dark branches grip and grasp

Their knobby hands naked of leaves

Reaching and scratching

At the white stones below

The silent stones standing

Down in the hollow


Their cold, weathered faces

Peer out through the weeds

The brambles grown wild

Where paths no longer lead

Once names where there graven

But wind and rain leave few traces

Of the identities carved on

Their cold, weathered faces


No one now knows

Who beneath those stones lie

No flowery tokens are left

No tear in a remembering eye

Down in the hollow

Where the whispering breeze blows

Lie bones that once walked, who

No one now knows


All the pumpkin poetry lately has put me in the Halloween mood, so I decided to repost a couple poems I wrote for the holiday last year. This one really pairs up with my last post, “I Am Jack”. Happy All Hallow’s Eve a few weeks early! :)


In the black, black night

Heavy with memories

Chill wind and rotting leaves

Carry the voices of the dead

Jack grins


With pulpy gums

And geometric eyes

He smiles on the darkness

Sputtering light

An orangey glow

Of fluttering flame

Peers from between Jack’s teeth

As if afraid to come out

This night Jack smiles

Beneath the cloudy moon

Only he and the spirits know

Whether his light

Wards them off

Or guides them

I Am Jack

No more
No longer sitting
In the cold, rustling Autumn wind
One among the multitude
Of the pumpkin patch

A split-faced grin
And ever glaring eyes
Blade forged features
More human than gourd now
No sweet baked pie
A fire within
This matte orange rind
Pale, pulpy flesh
Flickering to life

From gourd to guard
A sentinel
Of frosty nights and fallen leaves
No longer faceless
I am Jack
And my season has come
Jack-O-LanternFor dVerse Poetics pumpkin poetry prompt (try saying that five times fast, lol)

Art Show

Someone’s dog will be there
In an endearing pose
Watercolor eyes peering upward
From lovingly framed canvas
A child will be there too
Graphite grandchildren
Captured in repose
Precociously lifelike
And the barns!
Oh, the barns will be there to be sure
Rustic, Idyllic
Nestled between pastel hills
Staring across golden fields
Where fence posts always seem
In need of repair

I haven’t seen them yet
But they will be there
Obligatory as the irises,
Sunflowers and daisies
Oil based blossoms and pastel blooms
Like amber imprisoned insects in gilt frames
All skillfully rendered
Beautiful reality
And again
And again

But I have seen them
The dogs and grandchildren
The barns and flowers
They speak of technique
Of talent, patience and- yes- beauty
But they do not speak
To me

That small- Oh, so small- section
That wall of abstraction
Of emotion and illusion
Where most linger a moment
“Hmm, interesting.”
And move on
Those artistic explosions
Of color and shape
Form, contrast and texture
Expression of a world
There I hear
Voices of truth
Singing through
From oil and canvas
In frames not frames
But windows
On another world

2012 Art Show abstract entries.  The two on the right are my creations.

2012 Art Show abstract entries. The two on the right are my creations.

More 2012 Art Show abstracts.  The one on the far right is also one of mine.

More 2012 Art Show abstracts. The one on the far right is also one of mine.

I certainly don’t mean to belittle the work of more realistic artists in any way.  The skill and patience needed for that kind of art boggles my mind.  But, let’s face it, after a few art shows all those paintings and drawings of dogs, grandchildren, barns and flowers all start to look the same.  At least to me.  But the abstract work never fails to fascinate me. :)