April is a month for weather poems, it would seem. With apologies to Joni Mitchell.

Cold reminder of winter
In the whipping wind
Screen door slamming
Like a failed romance.

Last night, the lightbulb to the lamp in the master bedroom burnt out. Will went upstairs and, many minutes later, returned triumphantly, holding a box of lightbulbs. "These were tricky to get to," he said, "They were behind the chipotle." He changed the lightbulb, leaving the old one on top of the dresser, and then he came to bed ( Read more... )

Corny and clichéd all in the name of playing with the words "forsooth" and "Forsythia". Yay, alliteration! Also, "marble halls" is an Anne of Green Gables shout-out, because: Gilbert ( Read more... )

Little heads
Poking up
Under blankets
Count to 25
No, 41!
We're not ready!
Under beds
Behind doors
Stifled giggles

Found you!

I owe one more today after this.

Why do I not
Write my villain down
In lines as cruel as he
Reduce to caricature
With a moustache worth twirling
And with imagination
For catastrophization
Dream all the ways accident befalls him.

A drop of dew crowns
Every blade of grass,
Grown greener
The deeper we
Go
into April,
Whose sun cuts through
The gathered fog,
Whose mornings find
My feet still yearning,
My legs still working,
The road still there to greet me.


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That quiet room we made for ourselves
In such a boisterous hall
Hands clasped
That quiet room we made
Without even really trying.

for The Lamplighters

part iv - Ent

Steadfast and deliberate
And, I imagine,
Ill at ease in my verse
Hasty as it is
And not a rhyme in sight,
But, not to worry,
I won't

keep

you

long.

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In the portrait of me my daughter drew
Purple hair, asymmetrical.
She draws everyone blissful
Happy
And one hundred rainbows.
She is going through her Rainbow Period.
My son's more conceptual eye
Dreamed a flower
Less its petals.
Colourful geometry.
A stick figure dances
On construction paper.

good morning, morning
so new and faultless
with blue sky promise
and all your stories
not yet told

good morning, morning
let's get this right now
with coffee cups full,
and kiss him proper
'fore he goes

good morning, morning
sunshine soliloquies
delivered to a drowsy audience
but we're trying,
we promise.

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