Monday, August 26, 2013

Three Dimensions : Three poems for Miz Q

Joan Miro’s Lunar Bird


Bully for You!


Mrs. Shufflebottom loved museums
Though she was often confused by
Modern artists.


She rather liked the information panels
and prefered them on the walls at the height
of her eyes.


Nonetheless she would make the effort
however read the description of what the
artist rendered.


The Lunar Bird had a silent giggle as
Mrs. Shufflebottom, well shuffled with
her bifocals.


Ever alert the museum guard sensed
an opportunity - one he could not resist -
snapped away.
~~~~~


Max Ernst “Capricorn”

What’s Your Sign?

Mikey T. Kidd didn’t know too much about anything yet,
being twelve that was just fine and dandy - school trips
were fun.

He clearly remembered the day he had decided on his career.
He really did liked the odd sculpture by Max Ernst that was
called “Capricorn”

But he knew right then and there that he was going to study
hard and become a dentist - a fun dentist for children only -
Yes indeed!

The sort of mermaids head and the odd stuff on the bulls lap
and the giant toothbrush in the bull’s hand looked like tools on  
the postcard...

That postcard was the first thing Dr. Kidd  framed and put up
in his office - And everyday it reminded to make the day fun
for everyone.

©JP/davh

~~~~~

Guard

Life Imitates Art

Maurice Bitterman liked working outdoors
but not too fond of getting his hands dirty or
pulling cotton.

Getting dressed in a uniform was good even
if it meant long sleeves, trousers and wearing
a tie.

Folks from all over came to visit the large
outdoor sculptures - Most days he heard
foreign tongues.

T’weren’t really no mind though as with pointing
to maps and lots of smiling he could head ‘em
just right.

Being on the same job for nearly thirty odd years
they didn’t mind when it weren’t busy and he’s set
a spell.    

©JP/davh

Friday, August 16, 2013

An Interview with Old Age : We Write Poems 170

what are the secrets of every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance?

An Interview with Old Age

The cup served up empty memories
injecting indignation and frustration

The comforts of home were left on  
on a couple of different sets of doorsteps

And they’ve been sold a long time ago...
All that’s left is the empty plot beside his side
in the place that winter will never lay snow -
then finally maybe sight will return to both eyes

‘The’ for your own protection ‘four sanitary walls’,
extra ‘piped in air’ that deflated independence

will vanish with the life well spent... and then the
rest can do what they want with what remains.

It’s getting so the stall air of hospitals is becoming the
tastiest thing that’s left for wallowing, swallowing since
age is preventing the surgery to correct new ills - that
seems to be the natural course on this Merry-go-round

Giving up once was a choice, then it turned into a circus
there may be only one ring left... where’s the spotlight?

Injected with indignation and frustration
the empty memories seem to serve no purpose, tea?

©JP/davh
Note: this may not be exactly where the prompt wanted me to go.
But I write about what is happening in my life,  stuff that ‘touches’ me.

I’m getting older too, but this about another's journey, so far.  

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Abstruseness : For Tuesday Tryouts : Tis still a mystery


Abstruseness
A few things came to mind while thinking about mystery...one
could get quite serious about contemplating the whys and wherefores
of ‘Why bad things happen to good people’ (thanks Harold Kushner)
or wonder why ‘Pigpen’ of Charlie Brown fame who was a dirt
and dust magnet (thank you Mr. Charles Schultz).

There is yet another mystery to consider - the news.
which generally resorts to opinions rather than facts -
distortions of proportions in the act of reporting.

Then there is that ‘Ah-ha’ moment of a mother who realized
that yelling and screaming at her children for the things in her life
that she could not control, was really within her control after all.

Which brings me around to marriage and why some last and why others
seem to strain, derail. We wonder why they ever happened. Like that
song way back...”All that’s left is a band of gold” sung by Freda Payne
Why would you marry a person and not even sleep with them
on your wedding night. That question was never answered...

OK that leads to the wonderment of unintelligible song lyrics -
Why is opera so popular, and why is one of the best places for
country music called ‘The Grand Ole Opry’  - Really?

Some answers have science behind them - I was going to put in a
rather unflattering example, so I think I’ll try a different one...like why we
all see the same rainbow differently - it’s angles, not smoke and mirrors.

Why did I have a feeling that something that I ordered online - would
be at the post office today, when they said it could take up to three
weeks -It’s only been three days - and why did I choose to walk the
three mile round trip - nope I do not have the answers. But that’s what
mystery is: anything that is kept secret or remains unexplained...

©JP/davh  

Monday, August 12, 2013

Speechless Secrets Shared : for Miz Q

Gussie’s Magnolia or Jar of light by Jack Spencer

Speechless Secrets Shared

Holding the magnolia, she holds her story
before the time of bees...
twenty million years ago -
or going back further in geological history
ninety five million years ago...

One could get technical and proclaim that
humans are only about four million years old
but you can see the wisdom in her eyes

Holding the magnolia, she holds ancient life
before, when she was young...
she never believed she could be so old.
Growing into the freedoms she always
knew she had...

One could get emotional and say that
humanity attempts to correct wrongs...
but there are still too many wars
even day to day trials that make -
taking a break, being poised and posing...

Holding the magnolia, she becomes the story
any one you want, the reality of life
in the light once relegated to shadows...
She becomes a photograph on a page
in a book - a present for keeping hope alive.

©JP/davh
I was impressed by Gussie’s Magnolia


Sunday, August 11, 2013

Just Saying : a Concrete haibun for challenge the Ligo challenge #13

Two Photos: Acrobats balancing or a fallen tree over a stream


Just Saying


the
blade
of the
(knife)
is part
of the
hand
of the
chief
                                                                     know and understand/
                                                                     just  how  sharp  this/
                                                                     tool  can  be, saving/
                                                                     that which summer/
                                                                     has offered for you/
                                                                      savor -  summers/
                                                                     vast bounty; fruits/
                                                                     and  * vegetables/
                                                                      and   remember/
                                                                     to    keep   your/
                                                                     tongue   *  and/
                                                                     words as soft/
                                                                     as  the seed/
                                                                     the  makes/
                                                                     new *  life/
                                                                     feed love/
                                                                     be  kind/
                                                                     | bring /
                                                                     | joy /
                                                                     | ***/
                                                                     I * /
                                                                     | /


understanding is
just one of many keys
helping us balance


©JP/davh

Note: I cannot get this to form in WP. And while not exactly the same as my document. It is as close as it is going to get. Something different. A Concrete haibun. I may do another for this prompt yet...
I was preping my co-op farm veggies most of yesterday and needed to be careful of the knife...though I do not consider myself a chief by any means, balance still remains a key. ~Jules