Looking For Poems

I’m on a poem walk,

Searching all about.

I look for poems,

Every time I go out.


Some heavy, some hollow

Some squishy or flat

Some tend to follow

And some fly like a bat


Hanging in the air

Or sprouting from the ground

I pick them all up,

Make them fit and sound.


I brush off some commas,

Straighten out some ink

What rhymes? – llamas?

I’ll find some link!


Graft in,

pull out

Verbs, adjectives, adverbs,

Become paramount!


Poems all around!

They’re everywhere, you see.

They wait without a sound

For themselves to come to be.


Twisted in the leaves,

Draped over a sign,

They wait for the words

That will give them design.


Beneath a tree

Or reflected in a puddle

They’re waiting for someone

Them to un-muddle


People ignore,

Pass right on by

But they’re there all the same

For you to espy.


I’m on a poem walk,

Searching all about.

I’m looking for poems,

Every time I go out. 

The Stars

The stars are cold and shiver,
Dripping raindrops of light
On the cemetery,
Bathing the headstones
Silver and luminous.
The silver lights spread and cover
The feet of those who tread here,
Pondering the night and the light
And what it is that
Makes the stars shiver.

Baby Elaine

Baby Elaine
Beneath the cedar tree
Exactly three months old
Just a square of concrete
Is all we can behold.

God places little flowers here
With His almighty hand
As if a gift to all below
Who on the black road stand.

“Gone to a better land”
With a lamb crudely carved
Was all they could afford
When in 1932
The whole land starved.

A blanket of soft green grass
Caresses those feet that tread
A comfort to those who wait,
Still living here, for bread.

Grey And Pink

A plain all now green
Makes a mockery of me.
Shoots and new leaves of grass
Little flowers newly yellow
They come over me,
In my white marble abode.
How dare they encroach on me here!
The sun, oh that’s fine,
but new greenness divine?
I’m here, can’t you see,
Mourn me! I’m here
And you’re there; I’m
Grey and you’re pink.
Please, please, stop beside me
And think!

My Baby

Oh baby, my baby!
Only six small days old!
You’re the littlest one here,
Only blue among those
Long pallid and grey

One small rectangle
For a pillow, at least
You’ve a warm blanket of leaves,
The trees are lulling a song
With the wind that blows white
There now your head’s uncovered,
And you can see our sky
It’s blue right now
Do you remember blue?
And I’ve come to
See you, my baby,
And us sit here together

You’ve got to stay here, my baby,
I’ve got to leave you here alone
Don’t cry for me, my baby,
My little Curtis, dear;
I’ve left my heart behind me
To keep you warm through tears.