Words too often
The way we feel
We are able to understand
Silence is no better
At clocking what we feel.
To be visible
Is to be understood.
Clay pots hover up above
While glass breaks all around
Smashing crashing bashing sounds
Race across the channels of God's Dolby town.
3-D, 4-D, Every-D imagined
Look across the canyon's rim
Absorb wonder and beauty like bounty towels
Till the apple cobbler snips a nail head off
And sunset wanders in around us
Evening then surrounds us and
Midnight waits ahead
When the brain drain causes pain;
Ripe watermelon gushes with the dawn;
Green apples fall like stones;
And green beans harvest themselves –
Beware the salmon swimming towards the tree -
The squirrel flying towards the waves
The bright bird burrowing into the dirt.
All are the savage dark reaching out -
The edge of dark sweeping all in its path.
Chanting, Panting, Granting, Planting
You cannot flirt with the dirt;
Nor ask it out to tea.
If you take it to your Starbucks
They'll sigh and say "Just leave."
It's there for shoveling, raking or hoeing;
A place to put your crop when sowing;
Something to spot you shirt or pants;
A lovely place for raising ants.
A new word fell upon my ear
Gi-Nor-mus; Gi-Nor-Mus; Gi-Nor-Mus
Is it giant; gigantic; enormous; or more?
One lady lamented;
One pitch man said;
One cook exclaimed.
A new word fell like a leaf from a tree.
Playing with language helps keep us all free.
Spam, ham, run with a ram
Life turns over, around and down.
Quickly moving in the day.
Dark of night; lack of light
And allergy season the reason
Football is played in the fall.
Wall-eyed whales beached in Wales
Call upon the new-born dawn.
A Song of Epic Disappointment
Lemon apples mixed by hand
Holding promise of sweet beginnings.
Or loud voices shouting silence
With hammers pounding
Lemon mush and apple bash.
To this rattled fest Evan cometh -
Drawn by smells of sounding boards.
Humming William Tell and sleeps
Astride great Silver bereft of
Silver bullet and mask –
Hero yes; hero maybe; hero sandwich no-the-less.
Pounding rounding riding shoots
He eats and leaves.
Rain runs left to right
While snow falls down to the ground –
The whisper of water deep in the ground
Shouts above the raucous cry
And hapless hippos hike uptown
Grinding fields of grain to flour
As thousands of guppies gallop and fly
Hundreds of feet up into the sky
Without the benefit of water
Mad mockingbirds flit in and out
Straining brains striving ears flaring lips
With sounds of the nightless night by day;
Grapes being just as they are -
Something silent in the night
But oh so alive by the windy light of day.
Bad prose arrived by post today.
Horrid dull grammarless grey
It sticks to the eye; no song to sing.
Consultant created; big bucks; still sucks.
Must have been a Santa Monica hit --
Reused; worn out; tedious prose
Making the old look greyer; tired; dull.
No cry from a vivid verb;
Lacks agile adverbs active antics
Fails to offer adequate adjectives; none alive.
Bad prose arrived by post today.
Bad prose bound for recycling's bin.
Passionless puppies wrapped round sticks of gold
Call endlessly to fish at sea whose lights shine bright
Waiting for green giants their valley to behold
Where wailing walrus rumpus in the mist
Of day becoming crowded, dark and grey
Lights dim stage left as cats take stage by stage
The world awaiting tap and song and glee.
When rabbit chase the gorilla home
With donging dangles all asunder
Then common is the smithy's voice
Clanging in the valley
Pounding rabbit flesh to ploughshares
Waiting for dinner held up by salmon's flight
Till tomorrow and next Wednesday collide again
Making weak ends of us all.