Poem a Day

 DAY 13

   
Confessional Poem

healing words
are soothing
there was a time
when i would have
allowed myself
to believe them

words are mere
will-o'-wisp
le feu follet
disintegrating
in the breeze

i believe in God
purple orchids
my marmalade cat
memere's chicken soup
and
high tide

carpe diem haiku kai

a joyful life - soup
marmalade boy and orchids
God and high tide



Day 14

Conversations With Mad Man Don




don's multimazed paths
always end in a dark forest

one wonders if he will
ever climb out of  dante's  inferno




his demons are attached to him
like oyster shells to a rock

dante tells him
the path to paradise
begins in hell

shakespeare tells him
hell is empty
and all the devils are here

sartre tells him
" l'enfer
c'est les autres"



mark tells him 8:36
what good is it to gain the world
and  forfeit your soul

but it seems  Don knows better
the two small horns sprouting from his head
will just continue to grow

Day 15




Sad

Percy Sledge died today
another icon lost to us

'when a man loves a woman'
how many of us sobbed
into a pillow with a broken heart
to this song

RIP Percy


Broken


some of us
seemed designed
to be broken

the most beautiful crystal
is always fragile
splinters and cracks

the thick beer mug
dropped from a height
never breaks


Day 16

Smoking cocktail

  

 a valentine's gift from a scientist

they're still picking up the pieces

Love Amongst The Test Tubes



 there is someone for everyone
 even a mad gastronaut scientist

 preferably someone
 who thinks in theorems

likes blue smoking cocktails
 mice  and test tubes





someone
who looks good in a lab coat
under a microscope


The Danger In Science


dropped shoulder
legacy of heavy science book
carried up the hill to the station
every day
didn't open it once



Day 17

Swing High
 


it was always euphoric
swinging from a chandelier
to a viennese waltz
before she came crashing down
with a thud


no safety net
no sweet chariot
coming for to carry her home

still
for a few short moments there
she felt she was worth something

Dancing For A Difference

dance your way
to sanity and freedom
get fit as well


Day 18


 Frau Hitler

she was only married
for a matter of hours
it was seventy years ago

april is a cruel month
the wars and terror continue
where is peace to be found
on this planet

forever getting smaller
with fewer places left to hide