Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Fast Day 305 April 6 2013 The Coming of the Spring
The Coming of the Spring
things of trifling,
trivial fluff,
may grow to sturdy stuff!
wintery branches,
fagin hands,
twisted all,
do cry out loud alarums
and make cowards of us all !
a swarm of bees
upon the wing:
Queen Anne and escort king!
spring’s pepp’ry pollens
shout ! coxcomb
and male energy...
stirs the honey and the wax
of the queens’ virginity!
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notes
In an old fashioned mood.
"shout ! coxcomb" - I wanted an exclamation point, but did not wish to place it after "energy" in the next line, because I wanted "energy" to link up most closely with "stirs"... so I put the " ! " after the "shout" and another at the end as is customary.
Sorry about being late. I was incommunicado and on the road or at me Mum's
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Saturday, March 30, 2013
Fast Day 304 March 30 2013 {The Four Seasons}
The Four Seasons
wastrel Winter ,
the garbage winds of March
fill flower beds with trash:
beads from Diwali,
Christmas trees,
Hanukah wrap.
buoyant freedom,
we are the waifs of Spring,
and our vernal hunger
when we awake and rise
is hunger most
deeply habit.
floating Summer,
stolen swimmers’ kisses;
midnight's forbidden trysts
under cloak of stars;
childhood dew,
eyes and pearls.
Autumn’s arcade,
when we made love beneath
diving board and dock:
skinny-dipping moon!
nonage love,
gasping breath.
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Fast Day 131 December 4 2009 {The Winter Always Rings Twice}

The Winter Always Rings Twice
Winter comes, and darkness
Winter comes, and darkness
rings my doorbell twice;
headlight rhinestones smash
headlight rhinestones smash
on my windshield...
lava of rain,
lava of rain,
magma of ice;
when the heater hasn't heated up,
we drive-by people coloured grey,
dracula wanna-bees drinking
when the heater hasn't heated up,
we drive-by people coloured grey,
dracula wanna-bees drinking
with sharp fingernails
their condensation
of ruinous decay.
Barking dogs keep me awake at all times
their condensation
of ruinous decay.
Barking dogs keep me awake at all times
of the night, while we sit alone and
view internets that taste like the
absinthe distilled in pockets
of our private parts.
Barking dogs' foul rhymes...
Shooting guns keep me ticked off!
at the split of early morning
while we drink the coffee'd sleep
of insomnia and shattered glass
mixed like sugar
in the cappucino -
nexus of kalashnikov!
absinthe distilled in pockets
of our private parts.
Barking dogs' foul rhymes...
Shooting guns keep me ticked off!
at the split of early morning
while we drink the coffee'd sleep
of insomnia and shattered glass
mixed like sugar
in the cappucino -
nexus of kalashnikov!
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pic: catherine jeffrey
www.cajeffrey.blogspot.com
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Fast Day 110 July 10 2009 {Desperate Summer}

Desperate Summer
the beat
on the street
and the heat
on my feet
If we go to the pool
where we can get cool...
and if I jump aroun'
and play like a clown
and go swimming
in your heart,
in your love...
that burns me to shout...
would you throw me out?
just askin', honey.
the train
in my brain
make me insane,
fallin' like rain...
and pomegranates to drink
leads me to think
of red silken dresses
and waterfall tresses
of your scent
of your heat
my rain wets and dries,
all over my eyes.
just askin', honey.
on the street
and the heat
on my feet
If we go to the pool
where we can get cool...
and if I jump aroun'
and play like a clown
and go swimming
in your heart,
in your love...
that burns me to shout...
would you throw me out?
just askin', honey.
the train
in my brain
make me insane,
fallin' like rain...
and pomegranates to drink
leads me to think
of red silken dresses
and waterfall tresses
of your scent
of your heat
my rain wets and dries,
all over my eyes.
just askin', honey.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Fast Day 105 June 5 2009 {Works and Days: Autumn}

Works And Days: Autumn
orchard, apple trees, blueberry and gowan everywhere one looks.
cordgrass and big blue stem, queen anne's tatting
the thousand blooms launched in Troy
and given to Achilles;
but he would none of it,
and went in exile amidst the general camp
and only brave Hector's blood could call him forth to fight.
of apples: the cole, the pippin, alexander and hawthornden
codlin, the hoary morning and the pearmain
tell us the date and time of year
when the builders moved
and destroyed the one square mile
of reinette land...of rows of trees...the great die-off
of the species of the land with a sign as sure as iridium.
It was just before the bottom fell from out the housing boom,
and left a scar of land, untimely ripped like MacDuff,
from the nurturing mother's love;
yawning between arid hummocks
until that future age and small perchance
when Birnam Wood does resurrect and clamorous comes
to Tel Aviv - as we sit blinking, blinking, in our cage of glass.
I miss the fruits globular, the oval, and apricots of sweet
and bitter kernels both, and the wild hyssops
tall as royalty, wearing original blue
and fleur-de-lys
wild camomile, costmary, chive-
rough diamonds undiscovered - like the value
of all human beings, cut down like trees, crushed like weeds.
© 2009
notes:
generally, a meditation on the destruction of large areas of land during the housing boom. Just before the end, there was an area one square mile destroyed nearby. I can never drive by there anymore. Nothing so far has been built, and it is an open wound as well as retribution.
there was an apple orchard at one time, and the names of many autumnal apples are used.
when I was younger, people used to tell me that Inuit peoples had a couple hundred words for snow and ice in its various forms. what I did not realize was that English speakers have hundreds of words, not only for ice and snow, but for all the things which grow.
{gowan} Scots word meaning wild flowers
{ Achilles } a reference to Achillea Millefolium, or yarrow, and sort of an old-timey invocation to the muses who guided Homer's song of the Iliad.
{ iridium } the element marking the KT geologic boundary which is part of the argument establishing the great die-offs of that age as due to a comet strike.
{ MacDuff } Scots thane who defeated MacBeth; we speak of his birth by Caesarean.
{...arid hummocks } a tasteless pun on something of Horace.
{Tel Aviv } where Adolf Eichmann was tried.
{ last stanza } all mankind has value - none are to be considered as collateral damage.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Fast Day 85 January 16 2009 (Detroit, Michigan In Winter}

DETROIT, MICHIGAN IN WINTER
Th'Encyclopedia of Wine and Spirits
leaps easily to hand, in as much as
I did seek the Oxford English Dic-
tionary, it will do for now.
A nonce desire, hardly formed, has
come into my head, and I withdraw
from you a while and put my
tranquil mind to bed.
Farewell, the undisturbed sleep
from whose duvet no one returns!
Havoc is cried once too much
and it is my job to obey
and clean up after hounds.
I went to the Panera coffee shop
with Tiresias and Cassandra;
he bought a USA Today, mumbling about
what's new, so I gave him a funny look.
Like he should know what's new.
He was munching a biscotti
and I wondered if biscotti was
singular or plural, and Cassie
read my mind and slapped me
saying stop it! stop thinking of her
naked as her birthday, so I laughed.
It snowed.
It always snows.
We long for the sun and heat of the plains of Troy,
beneath the towering walls of Ilium
beneath the boardwalk called broad
where we looked up a thousand slips!
Drunk as a bagel, following seas and
deserts laid out like scripts written
by genius writers of the day:
This is no country for old men;
The young scarce catch their breath
and frozen gasps of unbelief
bedeck once festive malls
like spears and arrows of outrageous holly.
Th'Encyclopedia of Wine and Spirits
leaps easily to hand, in as much as
I did seek the Oxford English Dic-
tionary, it will do for now.
A nonce desire, hardly formed, has
come into my head, and I withdraw
from you a while and put my
tranquil mind to bed.
Farewell, the undisturbed sleep
from whose duvet no one returns!
Havoc is cried once too much
and it is my job to obey
and clean up after hounds.
I went to the Panera coffee shop
with Tiresias and Cassandra;
he bought a USA Today, mumbling about
what's new, so I gave him a funny look.
Like he should know what's new.
He was munching a biscotti
and I wondered if biscotti was
singular or plural, and Cassie
read my mind and slapped me
saying stop it! stop thinking of her
naked as her birthday, so I laughed.
It snowed.
It always snows.
We long for the sun and heat of the plains of Troy,
beneath the towering walls of Ilium
beneath the boardwalk called broad
where we looked up a thousand slips!
Drunk as a bagel, following seas and
deserts laid out like scripts written
by genius writers of the day:
This is no country for old men;
The young scarce catch their breath
and frozen gasps of unbelief
bedeck once festive malls
like spears and arrows of outrageous holly.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Fast Day 36 February 9,2008 {Winter Haiku}
Winter Haiku
1
The snow falls slowly;
mountain imperceptible;
Quick! My car is stuck!
2
The beard of Santa,
hidden within the closet;
imagination.
( I actually intend to add to these...)
1
The snow falls slowly;
mountain imperceptible;
Quick! My car is stuck!
2
The beard of Santa,
hidden within the closet;
imagination.
( I actually intend to add to these...)
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