During the pandemic
Cooking every single day happened
A glass of champagne happened
A baby’s giggle,
Dawn smiling on a bed of tulips,
Brahm’s Fourth Symphony,
The Starry Night,
Waves lapping the shore,
A gladdened heart.
Reward for five months of chemo
Enduring blood draws, drips, and pills;
Making headway, slow progress,
Injections, irritation, introspection;
Sessions with oncology team.
St. Jude, patron of lost causes
In my corner.
On my own, but
With the support of my medical team, family, and friends, I am currently in remission. No guarantees, not a cure, but I’ll take it!
scream their golden message.
“It’s spring.” Blossoms by yellow blossom
ten feet of beauty emerges.
“Let’s party!” it’s time for
“Pay attention!” Notice the
hummingbird sipping nectar from my arching branches.
“Go ahead and whistle.”
Cheered by the house finches
circling my shrubness.
Bees and butterflies
cheer my presence.
Is not my “thing”
Gives hope and courage
“imaginary gardens with real toads
Writing like that–
A perfect line–
I am but a “half poet.”
*Line from Marianne Moore
Today I try my hand at a tanka poem. Tanka is a Japanese song or verse a “short song.” It is best known as a five-line verse, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.
Dappling through budding oak leaves
Shadows and sparkle flicker
Leading to shimmering hope
A new beginning
Soothe your soul
with symphonic sounds.
Let the melody
in the cacophony of life
Today’s NY Times digital edition treated us to “5 Minutes That Will Make You Love Brahms” chosen by artists like Carlos Santana and Branford Marsalis. This was the inspiration for my poem today.
Note: I write a poem for my grandchildren on their birthdays. This one is for Quinn, who is turning 16.
This is your Sixteenth birthday.
In numerology, “16” is the number of independence and intuition and wisdom.
Quinn, you think independently
Quick with a quip
Questioning but quiet, A young man of quality.
Quinn, you are intuitive and trust your feelings,
Fair and faithful to your friends, a
Fantastic cousin to the “little dudes.”
Quinn you are wise,
You are fun-loving and friendly
Affectionate and adaptable,
Witty and with it.
A grandson any Mom Mom would be proud to cheer.
from Ezra Marcus
Holland, renowned for its tulips, making a
colorful landscape, luxurious tempest
of flowering bulbs. One row tumbles
into the next. A sea of splendor, from
vibrant scarlet to saffron to salmon, a
blended patchwork quilt, milk in a cereal
bowl of Fruit Loops.
Bulbs shipped to my door in a box.
Note: The news item from this headline reported the controversy over “shrimp tails” found in a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.