Sunday, December 05, 2004
Expressions Found
Now and then,
expressions found
evolving in masquerade.
Let no one in.
Last notice.
A few gypsies’
unsettling skirts...
Edited on: Sunday, December 05, 2004 11:17 PM
Categories: found poetry
Monday, November 22, 2004
anything silent
anything silent
anything silent,
but at that moment,
when you see toward imaginations,
absentminded and illformed,
thus studying escape,
guilty of daydreams.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
October
OCTOBER
by Bonnie Phillips Gardiner
There is wet bark on the trees along the road to the house;
The fire is burning in the fireplace.
I slowly walk the wet horse at my side;
My shotgun is under my arm, and the dead beast is strapped to my horse:
The animal's blood drips on molded leaves.
Edited on: Sunday, November 21, 2004 9:44 PM
Categories: original poetry
Ode To Mustard
Ode to Mustard
(A modified Shakespearian sonnet)
by Bonnie Phillips Gardiner
If I should write the beauty of mustard,
And on bread spread all its grace,
The age to come would say, "On this sandwich is found
Such heavenly yellow spice as ne'er spoils sliced turkey or ham."
So should my jar empty with age,
Be scorned, like old moldy bread under
The package of dinner rolls in the bread box,
And should mayonnaise replace the hearty flavor,
'Twould arise my poet's rage,
So scrape the last out of the jar,
And get some more, I pray.
Edited on: Sunday, November 21, 2004 9:39 PM
Categories: modified Shakespearean sonnets
Max Lines Up
Max Lines Up
by Bonnie Phillips Gardiner
(From the possible point of view of our autistic son, Maxwell.)
Red car, white car, yellow car,
yellow block, yellow Lego, yellow ball
big bear book, big phone book, sci-fi book
from Daddy's stack in the hall,
a shoe, a hairbrush, a scratched CD
another book that's not for me,
a video tape, the TV remote, an AOL free offer
Sister's homework, Brother's notebook, My backpack,
Lunch money knocked on the floor
a comic book, an envelope, a magazine
a bill that Mom can't find anymore,
the big one handled pot, the small two handled one,
the plastic juice pitcher and a row of silver spoons
are all lined up with the Ziplocks box and the trash bags box
and the spaghetti sauce and the open pasta wrapper
and the juice jug and the spatula,
and the dishwashing soap and an empty bottle of cola
sitting next to the aluminum foil on its roll,
out of its own box which is also on the floor,
next to another
red car, white car, yellow car,
yellow block, yellow Lego, yellow ball . . .
Edited on: Sunday, November 21, 2004 8:28 PM
Categories: original poetry
