Song fragment on the occassion of caring for the cats

2006-04-13 by judielaine

Shoobi-bop-dop-dop
Shoobi-beep-deep-deep
Litter box needs cleaning all around the week.

What more appropriate than scat for litter box cleaning?

Villanelle

2006-03-13 by judielaine

I am imagining writing a Villanelle, but these three references give me pause, in order of increasing discouragement:

http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/villanelle.htm
http://members.aol.com/lucyhardng/pointers/form.htm#forms3
http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/villanelle.html

The first source does say, “Do you have a feeling or idea that haunts you? Then the Villanelle may be the form you need.” and i think that’s something i caught. If i have this concept, but not a story or a picture, the structure may be extremely helpful in shaping it.

Haiku of the Day: Seagull flotilla

2004-03-5 by judielaine

Seagull flotilla
becalmed on a still green lake
flash white wings, soar free

I’m not sure in what year i wrote this. 2003? 2004?

Haiku of the Day: New palm fronds unfold

2002-05-30 by judielaine

New palm fronds unfold
like relentless ideas –
age, drop to the ground .

Haiku of the Day: In fog I refuse

2002-05-29 by judielaine

In fog I refuse
the fast straight road but prefer
the curved road I know.

Haiku of the Day: The high morning sun

2002-05-28 by judielaine

The high morning sun
bleaches the fog blanket white –
Laundress to the hills .

Canyons and Clouds

2002-05-14 by judielaine
My eyes drink the fractal patterns of clouds
over canyons from thirty thousand feet.
I gauge depth and estimate soil hardness.

"That white layer of stone, it's hard like bone.
And the red -- it's a soft blanket -- like flesh"

My eyes trace the sharp edge, where violence
of time pushed the red soil back from the bone
and broke through the barrier to softer --

softer
                stone
                                below.

My lips thicken; my hand touches my neck.
It has the same declination
as the butte wall.

I am dizzy with the pounding rhythm
of the crenellated edges -- stunned
into a trance.  

Earth and water command my eyes to dance.

Caution… Accident on… Bridge

2001-04-2 by judielaine

Caution… Accident on… Bridge

A temporary neighborhood with blocks of auto apartments under a blue sky threatened by clouds above San Francisco.

LINUX is from Michigan.
A past student with parking stickers obscuring the view out his rear window.
Croatia! on the frame holding his license plate explains the red and blue flag hanging from his rearview mirror. Bright blue Dodge Neon.

Death in a blue convertable Cadillac. Pale guy with dark hair on the cell phone. Blonde gal moussed hair. Fish with vampire inscribed within surround a license plate frame with a message that death comes to all — roll bar. WRYTH personalized plate.

KOZERA personalized plate like a decorious mailbox in front of the stately burgundy Soverign Jaguar. Bottle blonde driver next to the balding husband. Bottle blonde daughter in back listens to headphones while a bright yellow smily face air freshener hangs from the rear view mirror. Tan interior.

Black Ford Explorer tinted windows and sun roof, drifting piano and cool jazz descend.

Orange Toyata Tercel with eagle feather hanging from rear view mirror & Free Tibet bumper sticker.

White Dodge Neo blares death metal with windows wide for smokers and black fuzzy dice.

Dancing on Water 1

2000-11-27 by judielaine

Twilight dawn mist uncertain
heart still stomach pounding
certain that nothing will stay the same
certain that something has to change

invocation to the chaos
divining form without permission
a risk a price a challenge
Answer!

Nothing has the power to control
the chaos becoming Nothing
connected and connecting across
wishes needs desires wind

A sandy cliff-backed beach
Surf pulling me out to sea
the big band warming up
and You ask me to dance

2000 Ninthmonth 20 8:50 am

2000-09-20 by judielaine

White Plymouth with vintage lines
parked downhill on Pershing Drive.
The dew on the rear window
kaleidoscopes the colors
of the Mexican blanket,
while bumper stickers proclaim:
(with fish) “Life is short, pray hard,”
“Thank God I am Forgiven.”
The turquoise interior
glows like a semi-precious
stone set in the Signet’s ring
of sun-lit chrome and red trim.