When daily news whelms
like a flood or a landslide
whence cometh our help?I am whelmed by news —
I’m trying to swim against
the raging onslaughtStanding at the shore
the day’s events break as waves
then whelm from deep seas
It’s true that I just wanted to use the word “whelm“
Just fiddling around tonight… cut some new fabric into strips and thought that was an accomplishment I could report about. There you go. Here you go, some bonus haiku. (The first was inspired by the pleasure of turning on the radio today and hearing some great stories via Selected Shorts hosted by Neil Gaiman, himself.
A bright wonderment:
turn on the car radio
and hear Neil Gaiman.
@SelectedShorts @neilhimself #hearditontheradio @NPRliving on the edge
writing in twitter window
then hit “tweet” button.
#NaPoWriMo, #HaikuIt’s day twenty-six
of poetry and #haiku
for #NaPoWriMo—-
today in the car
I heard on the radio
a Thurber storythe cats sat and watched
while I put away goceries
hoping for some treats.Clumps of daffodils
slashing against the grey day
and piercing the wind.
Quiet next to purring
this cat is not
a lap-sitter
He lies alongside me
on the bed,
at night he braces my knee
and slides up my hip.
In faithful imitation
he reaches a paw out
to tap my head
and is content
when I stroke his
long bony fingers
hooked over mine.
We admire the long
curved toenails together
and he looks up at me
long bristly whiskers
measuring his gaze,
underscoring his thoughts,
the tip of his tail
curling and uncurling
until – one kiss too many –
he bolts to take a walk.
The weight of winter
the grey, the long
cold grey of days
some, a few,
bright with snow
and a distant sun
nights of confused shadows
below a snowy moon.
A January of cold
erased the memory of heat,
mid-February the hallucinations
of being warm on
multi-solar beaches began.
March, and finally “above-freezing”
and “seasonal-norm”, and a sigh.
The deep New England
sigh of longing in March.
So when April came flouncing in,
no one expected her skirts
to be hiding snowflakes
but down they came,
a late April snow
laid down in the open fields
waiting with us for spring
or maybe summer.
The Mysteries of Tea
There’s the moment
when the tea,
(Everything right –
fresh boiled water,
good leaves, well-brewed)
covers your face with
fragrance and steam
and the sweetened elixir
imparts all its magic.And then
there’s the moment
just a short while later
when the cup holds
just a half inch or so
and the cool smooth liquor
is magically quenching
of every thirst
you’ve ever known in life.
What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.
