in wind and through--

leaves fall swept up still let go. care. but not carried away, they dance around again

keep track

ride still plan on fail run don't listen walk cross-- but still, still.... still. on. track-- 

tracks.

breathless knock. closed door. no answer.

to hold this breath unwilling unable to all at once 

for no reason beyond reason you-- [at worst-- are fearing the best?] i-- stop--

again breathless knock out breath to give to take but 

any breath but this--

 reason beyond reason

at once for no--

to all--  

to hold this breath unwilling unable to--

all--

so write on the world's stage 

[six words]

second

             


               still 




   remember last 


         august 
             turned 
   september 




              [six words]

but in a break

breaks underfoot
moment comes over
birds fly
together
loneliness escapes
at a stoplight gaze
across from--
peace of--
piece of--
mind--
art--
forms
glides
disperses
turns around
all in the dance
back
forward
together
soar again
unison
find
that place
in place
never looks
like what you-- thought
it-- would
when-- you-- first started--
to break

guess that's the thing about luck

all the pennies i passed on the street today were face down. someone told me once that face down pennies are bad luck, so i walked quickly past. the last thing i need today is more bad luck that i could have avoided.

• • •

speaking of luck-- good...bad...or whatever crosses your path, check out the 'chantal the black cat' poem that one of my 4th grade students wrote! i posted it just an hour or two ago, while sitting in the car after a very unlucky day-- the unluckiest really--  getting the last drops of my laptop battery and stretching the wireless from the closed cafe to my parking spot. her playful poem is here on my words and photo booth moments blog

no dust in sight

                        dust. 
          
   so far behind /
                                the clouds--

                                            have cleared--        the dust--

in /
my eyes 
                            left-- 


     the tears

[haiku] poetry on the line.

empty chaotic

amidst your c h a o s claustrophobic melodic free trapped in escape [haiku]

syllables lend wings swings to hours

birds [morningnight] fly


darkness bring sun hide in light


you--  [mid]  i--  found  [flight]  ----


[haiku]

six inescapable magnetic words resonate- imaging-

       
             
         MRI 
                  
                           TECHNO 


    B E A T S
            

                            in
    
     my 


             h e a d 

and what color is marigold

[for abby and poets of blossoms]


dare to ask if your flower is a daffodil
is it wilted or fresh from the store
about to bloom or already--
what butterfly is it
whose wing on wind almost
tickled your cheek

and what color is marigold

[six words] precarious

alone walking backwards on a tightrope

off the mark

question what happened to ellipse simple

six[chandeliers on the floor]words

shards

              of             light--                                    


  

                  only

                  


                                            the beginning



six[chandeliers on the floor]words

poetry i drove past in winter

red balloon caught between the branches



[six words]

silence

          on           the                   line
 [drying   in the     sun]     [swaying    in     the breeze]
      
           ROCK                  in
sheet          music      tune
                                 words          RUFFLED.
                                            silence

entr'acte

the orchestra plays a tune in tune my words hum along the words

scale

arms stretched out -- trying for balance

then the syllables pile up, naturally.

window
closed to outside
garden only think we
know what breeze trapped in metal screens
whispers




for the story behind this cinquain poem and some laughs brought to you from the kids who keep throwing more and more syllables into my days [click here]

a science

balance. measure. in measure, for measure--

found six words

you lost in the meantime manuscripts

fences.

fences.

nothing fancy—

wire fences – you can see through lean against

they bend with you

shaky rhythm

in motion

wire fences

all over— to block off, for safety,

to KEEP [climb over] OUT but yet—

see it all, see through it,

looking in looking out through

diamond-shaped wire frames the traffic, old buildings,

sunsets, dirt piles

and parking lots

see it all through

wire fences

either side

nothing fancy

they bend with you

sunsets, dirt piles, in motion, diamond-shaped wire

frames shaky rhythm

fences they bend

with you to KEEP [climb over] OUT but yet—

see it all, see through it, see it through and you and

sitting on either side—

fences.

in winter hanging bright spots of color in darkness from blog entries scribbled

in time like oranges

in winter hanging bright on

dark clouds and strong leaves

 ..•.

in time like oranges

in winter hanging bright on

dark clouds and strong leaves

fall.

•

.

at once -- rough winds or ready

.

fallen. sometimes the sweetest fruit-- winter.

.•.

hi.

after a long absence (i've been scribbling down all my blog entries on papers ..easier on the head to stay away from the computer screen.. and i've been caught up in typing kids' stories and newspaper when i do get on the computer, and so i've never gotten to typing my stuff here, but you know i've been writing, and still making entries, how could i not....?) nevertheless, in the midst of darkness (literally) and worsening headache today,

i bring you: one haiku two ways, •and with an extra syllable• and two six word stories that i stitched together.

the other day i was struck by the brightness of the oranges in my backyard, glowing on the tree in the bareness of winter when the surrounding trees seemed to have literally given up. but the oranges were there hanging strong in the wind and rain against the dark clouds, and i'd never really considered how they hang on there, through it all, (thick skin i guess) and still give us the sweetest juice through the shortest days of the year, and all winter long. At times we hear this loud •thump• from outside as another orange --rough winds or ready-- falls from the waxy leaves of the tree and hits the deck, fall. and still the other oranges cling cheerfully to the tree, the bright oranges embraced by the (ok, yes, not so common in california, but we still have winter) dark grey of a cloudy ominous sky. it was there before me the other morning ..this image.. as if i'd never noticed. and yet i enjoy the fresh and plentiful orange juice every winter. and so i hurried inside to scribbled down this haiku.

and sitting here today in darkness, i remembered it. and you, and this.... and it's been so long since i posted any of my writing, and some of you are so good, so loyal about contacting me and checking on here, or encouraging me, and i don't always respond right away, but i answer in my head, i've composed great responses in my head! and those words from you are my oranges, and you know who you are, and it will get better, and i always say i will try but then life-- and then life--

but i will try.

and while looking for spots of color in darkness--

x c

brush off : the sparkling pieces that fell through the cracks of indifference

their brazen image mirrors shattered extravagance




chandeliers on the floor-- my pieces.




enough's enough.
with words nothing's wasted.



3 six word stories