Archive Poetry, #1

 

–2014-2016–

Alex Monday

 

MONDAY DAYDREAM

Little dog hiding under the lilies.

Sweeping the patio, bare-foot, methodical.

There are beautiful places in the world, still.

The sun is the same in the desert as at sea.

White bread to solder copper.

Wish for something lightly.

These are the things that come to pass.

And all that the heart agonizes over is just that.

Agony of the heart.


Agony of the heart.

And all that the heart agonizes over is just that.

These are the things that come to pass.

Wish for something lightly.

White bread to solder copper.

The sun is the same in the desert as at sea.

There are beautiful places in the world, still.

Sweeping the patio, bare-foot, methodical.

Little dog hiding under the lilies.


 

 

SMALL BROWN MOTH

Alien

You are god.

Night-crawlers hiding from running feet.

Your life is short

When you die, your wings remain longer than your bones.


 

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EULOGY TO A DOG

Keenness of a Dog’s heart.

You were our companion.

You taught us the delight of play.

You showed us love, unconditionally.

We knew  your moods and loved your spirit.

You will always be a part of us as you shaped our memories.

Now you are returned to the cycle of all things.


Now you are returned to the cycle of all things.

You will always be a part of us as you shaped our memories.

We knew  your moods and loved your spirit.

You showed us love, unconditionally.

You taught us the delight of play.

You were our companion.

Keenness of a Dog’s heart.


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TIME OF BEES

This day only happens one time

Dogs hunting the Shadow Badger

Of all these things we know but do not speak

The Freedom to make of your life what you will

Ghosts wandering in the forest, looking for answers that don’t exist

The Other lives they all lived—on land, away from Boats

He wonders if dying were the noblest sacrifice—to feed the Earth

With the insignificance of a Bumble-Bee under the green and white Hostas

Empty .22 shell inside a miniature teacup

Pruning the Lollipop tree by hand

Mason Bees have filled up all the holes in their nest-log

A thousand-thousand Honey-Bees were lost last week on the Highway


A thousand-thousand Honey-Bees were lost last week on the Highway

Mason Bees have filled up all the holes in their nest-log

Pruning the Lollipop tree by hand

Empty .22 shell inside a miniature teacup

With the insignificance of a Bumble-Bee under the green and white Hostas

He wonders if dying were the noblest sacrifice—to feed the Earth

The Other lives they all lived—on land, away from Boats

Ghosts wandering in the forest, looking for answers that don’t exist

The Freedom to make of your life what you will

Of all these things we know but do not speak

Dogs hunting the Shadow Badger

This day only happens one time


 

 

CONVERSION

The way Children marvel at Nature–
The way Dogs smile in the rain–
This religion the Heart understands.

 

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