Archive for September 2012

Fear and Loathing on the Number 4

September 30, 2012

Boy on Number 4 Train

“The people here
are f—ing animals,” says hard-
creased mom to youngish son
as they slip between
double rubber, closing doors.

The boy, buzz-cut (mom holding Yankees cap), edges
uneasily through the crush
towards center pole–

Mom hooks him
before he can latch on–“These people push you,”
she snarls,
“I’ll push ‘em back.”

I try to angle smile that only boy
will see (so that the mom
won’t slug me), but boy
turns face to door where, nothing
to hold, he lists with the tight
lurches
till mom’s boa arm heavily
steadies.

Then, even as train
smooths, even as she
releases, he bangs
his head against the dark glass—-

The bangs are soft below the train’s
clatter–
now again–but
definite–now
again–eyes lowered–

Mom’s harsh lines
limp; she spans one hand
to his forehead as if
to take the hits herself–
now again–

In the jumble of next,
seat empties – I point it out–
boy sits; she smiles at me,
sort of.

Then each of us consciously
looks neither at the other or
the boy,
peering instead
through the translucence of
train fug–the rumple of so many–

***********************************

I am posting the above – a re-write- very belatedly for dVerse Poets Pub’s Poetics prompt about people watching hosted by the very good people-watcher Brian Miller.  

Duck (And Cover) Friday Flash 55

September 28, 2012

20120928-082727.jpg

20120928-083121.jpg

20120928-082834.jpg

Worry, jogging, what to do–ducks ahead, my memory jogged to daughter in ER (years ago) with duck-bitten thumb–those bills tough on cracker=holding digits–till digital-fixation overcomes hesitation; I dumbly pull out smartphone like a shield.

Click-click. Ducks, luckily camera-shy, fly.  Good thing they are not paparazzi-loving bears.

***********************************

Here’s some 55 tufts of Friday fluff (belated) for my friend the G-Man, Mr. Know-it-all.  Enjoy the weekend.  Don’t get any duck bites!!!!!

And if you’ve got a mo, check out my books!  Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.  Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

Same Old/Same Old/Slightly Shaken (Cento to Tempus Fugit)

September 27, 2012

20120927-051031.jpg

Same Old/Same Old/Slightly Shaken
(Cento to Tempus Fugit)

Had we but world enough and time,
I would compare thee to a summer’s day.
But Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–
Pray, help me undo this button.

Plunge your hands in the
wherefore base–
the flag of my disposition of hopeful
clay and wattles made.

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
and time yet for a hundred indecisions,
arms could lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
But rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
and never, never, never, never, never
is icumen’ in,
So come live with me and be my love.
Ripeness is all. And now.

**********************
The above is posted from my iPhone for the dverse poets pub –www.dversepoets.com. — prompt by Samuel Peralta to write a cento, which is a collage of lines from other poets. Mine is an amalgam from Shakespeare– King Lear and summer’s day sonnet– and Andrew Marvell, W.H. Auden, Walt Whitman, W. B. Yeats, Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot, Christopher Marlowe.

The photo has a lurking bit of the living in the midst of all those dried beautiful folios (leaves) and happened to be on my phone.

“I grow old… I grow old…/I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”

September 26, 2012

20120927-092845.jpg

Happy Birthday T.S. Eliot! Who dared to eat a peach. (Born September 26, 1888- Died January 4, 1965.)

P.S. Eliot! Sorry that the elephant got so goofy!

P.P.S. After posting last night, the thought occurred that I should add glasses, though I really hadn’t intended the elephant to be good old Tom. But still, well, glasses on an elephant are hard to resist, so here they are. Then, at suggestion of other commenter, I added something else.

20120927-092759.jpg

20120927-104235.jpg

“Resentment – the Terrible Spites”

September 25, 2012

Resentment  – The Terrible Spites

You can die by inches
as well as
feet. You can die even
by centimeters.
When you swallow
a sword, the trim blade’s
width can slice ribbed
gullet, currette deep
gorge, and spike all that climbs up
from that crooked choke
with bile.  Take care, take
care; if you would not fall/
gall/gash yourself again, you must learn
to digest cold steel.

******************************************

Here’s a draft poem which is my very late (and rather grim) offering for dVerse Poets Pub’s Open Link Night, hosted by the wonderful Natasha Head.  I am also linking to Imperfect Prose (though it’s not prose) hosted by Emily Wierenga.  

Check out dVerse for great online poetry, and check out my books:  Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.  Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

Monday Morning – Site of Sore “Eyes?”

September 24, 2012

20120924-085430.jpg

Good taste forbids me to title this post “Booby-trapped” or any variation thereof.

(Photo is of Louise Bourgeois’ “Eyes” sculpture in Wagner Park, NYC, for some reason cordoned off today. A long weekend perhaps, and a lot of damp below.)

Sevenling – If Eve Had Been Offered a Pear

September 23, 2012

copyright Ellen Wilson

Sevenling- If Eve Had Been Offered a Pear

If Eve had been offered a pear
in his world view, there’d be no sin,
death, knowledge of good and evil;

only the press for ripeness, which would have called her
to wait long re-decisionist days for
the fruit to soften, moisten, slither between her lips–

As for me, a woman (and archetypal enough), I like crunch.

****************************************

The above is a “sevenling” posted for a form and picture prompt by Kerry O’Connor of With Real Toads. Read Kerry’s article for more information about the form which was inspired by Anna Ahkmotova, developed by Roddy Lumsdon. Mine is a rather silly example, but check out Real Toads for some lovely (and more serious) ones.

And if you have even more time, check out my books! Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape. Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

20120923-060052.jpg