Posts Tagged ‘beauty

05
Apr
12

five

She’s dancing toward me
But not for me
Breasts jouncing
Stomach undulating
Hips twitching
Left
Right
Left
Gaze fixed steadily just above my right shoulder.
A chirrup of zills a flick of her hair she whirls away
Rose and patchouli in her wake.
Snatching up a veil, she drapes it
To cover her face not her glistening body.
Then she’s spinning-
A whirlwind of Bollywood colors-
Urged on by the ululations and
Handclaps of envious spectators.

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13
Jun
11

sounds the same

They say seafood is an acquired taste but
By the time I turned thirteen I knew I loved muscles.
Some folks like to stick with local producers.
Provenance is no impediment to me-
Imported? Domestic? Artificially stimulated?
Hell, they all look good.
I’ve heard that you should stay away
From oysters in months whose names lack an “R”.
This rule does not apply to muscles
Because summer is when they’re at their best.
Squeeze on a dollop of oil, heat then add salt to taste.
I’ll eat ’em up with a spoon.
Damn. My mouth is watering already and
It’s cloudy and still early June.

07
Feb
11

Black Bird

black bird against blue
sky framed by still bare branches.
crows eat anything

24
Feb
10

Wednesday Morning

Rain fell.
It touched the hot covers of the ventilation shafts.
It turned to steam, rising to mix with the other
Rain still falling, mingling like the tears and prayers of
Students making their way to first period exams.

12
Feb
10

211

at the green line’s west
end, once again a rainbow
nearly above it.

11
Feb
10

Senseless Beauty

The markings on the
Chinese vase read “May peace be
In the hearts of all
Who dwell within these walls.” The
Words meant nothing to
Two women rolling around
In the dust, fighting
To gain possession of it
For its loveliness alone.

24
Jan
10

To A Brownish Tabby

Canny acrobat with a kitten’s face
Her tricks owe more to luck than grace.
Balancing on three feet, one in the air
Making flawless toes, grooming hair.
Performs some sleight of hand with catnip mice
Then leaps- Eliza crossing ice-
Up toward the armoire, showing off once more;
Target missed she slips to the floor.
Wee cat, when you’re chasing piggies or curled snug on the bed
Who could recall it seeming you’ve not a brain in your head?

(Because tomorrow is Robert Burns’ birthday, I attempted this homage.)