Poetry in Motion

As I find myself with a few poems in draft (I dub them "in motion") it is time to at least move them from word processing to blog.  I will be more likely to work on them if they sit here for the "world" to see.  So without further ado:

Creative Orange Title in Process

Orange. Bumps. Not round, close enough

It will work.

Hold the green, slice the circle.

Hat comes tumbling off to the print below

Goo. Slime. Yellow Spaghetti. White seeds

that zip away when pinched.

Pull out more and more until the paper is full and wet and

the shell is lonely.

Find flat, close enough

Shapes in black

Same?

Different?

Big Smile? Menacing? Toothy?

Triangles straight up and upside down. What does he see?

Can he smell his seeds baking in the butter?

A leaf passes the moon.

Lighting the porch, he shines

proud to scare colorful kids.

A beacon announcing our presence in the warmth of the home

hearing seeds crunch as the butter dribbles and the crackle of

the fire-dance until it is overtaken by their yearly song.

The Study

Wall of books

Wall of infinite possibilities

Wall of color,

of musty scent,

of hidden treasure between

the covers; love letters, new worlds, thoughts

yet unheard, dangerous ideas to

hide from our children.

Spines

dusty with gold print heralding titles

begging to be discovered.

Words under heavy blankets, unexposed,

authors begging to be revealed, their naked

thoughts for all the world to see.