Month: May 2022

RALPH along the bank staked claim for gold and named the river Ralph.
INGOTs, not names of rivers, shone upon golden ingots to his imagination,
COVET so much a thing it becomes all: Ralph saw only gold.
AMITY never took hold along the river Ralph.

BRAKE, gloom and cease: grey mood release!
AORTA ferrying air to every cell, carry forward joy as well.
OPERA or chorale now sound of many strands one chord in beauty crowned.
HASTY claim of fate’s iron law, replaced by free and wondering awe.

WORDY me, gab my way through every turning.
ORDER, grace must run in depths beneath shallow speech.
SCOFF. Condemn. These beckon, false channels for words to wend.
SPOOL of grace, unwind a thicker strand to thread me past my gift of gab.

FLUFF of dandelions, floating over meadows, in my dream.
REARM yourself, creation, at springtide rise!
WEEDY shore bank in my mind, green and flowered,
BROOK whispering by under a sun that warms. When?

SONIC spark: the radio starts the song, filling the
SHACK–that plus radio are her capital. She often dreams of
CABIN life, several rooms, maybe a TV. But this is her song!
BROOM caught up, she dances across the packed dirt floor.