This Holy New Day

 

Cowpeek

—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH

 

 

 

Sunrise coming
hill ahead
rock rising

 

 

 

Nightlight

 

 

Out in the holy new day
before darkness departs
and the animals disappear

In pre-dawn walk
I see no thing
and all thing

 

 

 

 Nightmuse

 

Many feathers ago in moon past
I dreamt of sleeping deer
woke to loving wife

Today was a seven deer
no skunk
dogwalk morning

(with four deer sleeping)

Life juggles space in time
living is friends, family, nature

 

 

 

 Exward

 

Bright sun
hot concrete
parched view

 

 

 

 Rose Green

 

The wind chimes
sing song gentle
soothing wrong mental

I am damaged
I was meant to be damaged
I was born so
as are all

I keep on cuz time don't stop
just keeps going
and going
yet never gone

We keep the dead alive
long past possible

If time is relative, we're never alone
(groan)

 

 

 

 Cone Dog

 

Hello new day
may I not flux you up
with greed selfishness stupidity
etc

oh, wait, I'm a human
fluxing up is what we do
how silly of me

 

 

 

Melloyellow

 

CONVERSATION WITH WIFE 56

You should talk to the frogs, they coulda toad you something

She tells me I need to take calcium for my bones
Calcium? Isn't that where the lions ate the Christians?

Let sleeping dogs lie, all others must tell the truth

I know plenty of nothing
and nothing knows plenty of me

Change is healthy, but dollar bills are healthier

Buddha sez expectations cause suffering
does this include expectant mothers?

Mycelium or yours? the mushroom asked the spore

Lady's late-Grandmother describing her nightmare:
"And there were horse skeletons in the trees!"

Which comes first, the chicken or the eggroll?

Got tired of fastening my belly button
so replaced it with velcro

After all, rumination wasn't built in a day

"The world is burning, and we're fighting over the fuel"
she sez

 

 

 

Nightbrood

 

Again in dark
black cat purring
in black denim lap

temporal this
kiss of bliss

 

 

 

 Long Day

 

Today’s LittleNip:

The dark wet deck
glistens with rain
shadows sliding sideways

—Smith

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Another day in the life of Smith (Stephen B. Smith) from the Land of Cleve, and our thanks to him for his adept visuals and poetry!

Things are hoping’ in today in NorCal poetry; click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html) for details about poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week.

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—Medusa

 

 

 

Do Not Go

 

For more about National Poetry Month,
including ways to celebrate, see
https://poets.org/national-poetry-month.
And sign up for Poem-a-Day at
https://poets.org/poem-a-day/, plus
read about Poem in Your Pocket Day
(this year, April 27) at
https://poets.org/national-poetry-month/poem-your-pocket-day/.

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