Tagged: verse
From my window this morning…
Guest (Uninvited)
passing my upstairs window eight-forty a.m.
balancing a brimming mug of strong over-sugared
coffee surprised & perplexed by the doe in my backyard
calmly nibbling the exposed tips of raspberry
bushes lacking the timid mien one expects
from a creature who like the unfortunate
Odysseus has wandered far from home
wrecking itself upon my snowy shore oblivious
of any hostile scrutiny the resident sorcerer
determined to protect his secluded realm already
brooding up a terrible remedy to cure this thoughtless
trespass restore his enchanted solitude
March 4, 2013
Twitter verse
Yes, I am on Twitter. It’s easy, it’s fast…what the heck. I’ve even managed to accumulate a few “followers” (love that).
And I try to make it worth their while by occasionally posting some pithy quotes, words of wisdom or original doggerel.
It’s a challenge to fit that 140-character limit but it also helps focus the mind and creates a very worthwhile writing exercise. Here are a couple of my recent efforts:
April
Winter subsides, withdraws
receding and uncovering
a shivering bareness
raised gooseflesh, a slow blush
spreading to every horizon
That Noir Moment
does it matter how far you fall
once you’ve fallen?
one small step or giant leap
a precipice or merely a pause
Speechless
this typical paucity
as I try to compel the right words
communicating abject faith
simultaneously making my case for clemency
Short poem to start the day
This morning I was sitting at my desk and happened to glance out the window, at the ungainly maple tree in our backyard that is always in need of trimming back.
Last night we had a substantial amount of rain. The air rich with a variety of living scents, pouring into my home office, filling the room. All at once, I started scribbling…
18/08/2011
shining leaves
dripping morning light
brushed by the wind
stubbornly resisting
its relentless entreaties
“National Poetry Month (II)”: Another new poem
One more bit o’ verse in honor of “National Poetry Month”:
21st Century Blessing
To a future effulgent:
tall trees and new flowers;
give us our daily bread
and save us from the blight
Thine and thy kingdom
withheld from us ’til death;
keep them close, our sons and daughters
and protect us from the blight
Have faith in the miraculous
harbingers of grace;
conjure us sweet loaves and fishes
and save us from the blight
© Copyright, 2011 Cliff Burns (All Rights Reserved)
It’s “National Poetry Month”
…and so, what the heck, two more recent poems:
The Human Genome Project
They decoded us, then
trademarked the parts.
In green, tended tanks,
suspended in nourishing brine.
Eyes, ears. Kidneys. Small, bobbing cocks:
replacements for factory fittings
ersatz and not nearly as smart.
By Order of the President
Find the reagent
break the spell
There’s still an outside chance
in your secret lab
Pls. advise on yr. progress
time is over and out.
© 2011 Cliff Burns (All Rights Reserved)
Three depressing poems to celebrate the arrival of Spring
I think the title of this post pretty much sums it up.
And so:
December
I sing praises of December
the Reaper—
smothering snows,
breath-stealing cold,
Waster of life and limb!
Calling crows announce
the death toll overnight:
That which walks a frozen land,
passed by and left its mark.
Salacious
When they put it like that
the emphasis/
the angle/
the slant/
you can sort of see what they’re saying
and know something ain’t right.
Leaks
rumors
unnamed sources
muddying the water
casting heedless stones.
A bloodless coup, flawlessly executed—
save for a shriek from the machinery,
something living caught in the works.
Future Present
Waking one day to discover,
tomorrow has arrived at last.
No time for procrastination,
the wolf is at the door.
Start with the weakest among you,
knowing they won’t be missed.
Count the seconds,
down to seconds,
mere seconds,
until it is done.
The air they breathe, the food they eat,
so many hungry mouths…
For the sake of your children’s children,
necessity absolves you of blame.
Only recall we were each complicit,
feeding and tending the flames.
Count the seconds,
down to seconds,
mere seconds,
until it is done.
© Copyright, 2011 Cliff Burns (All Rights Reserved)
Poem for Sherron
A little ditty I wrote—almost like a gesture sketch—as I watched my wife catching the rays in Jasper National Park, one day after our 20th anniversary:
Pyramid Lake,
Jasper National Park
(July 29, 2010; 3:15 p.m.)
Cupped in a bowl
of rust-colored fingers
sun-glazed and cedar-breathed
becalmed by a lake
that can’t make up its mind
if it’s blue or green…
And there’s you, at the end of the dock,
slow-rocked by the intrauterine tide
skin pinkening
in the magnified light
despite my frequent reminders,
the way I fret over
your unchangeable ways.
