I Dreamed the Future (NaPoWriMo #6)

A smear in my conscousness,
Mere wisp of genius and
Traces where the eraser
Touched lightly.

What was that moment
When I solved the universe?
Aliens whispering non-words.
The pattern clicked.

I trace the arc of a
Red-tailed hawk,
Lazy circles belying
Life or death seconds.

Beneath the mulch-straw,
Garlic pushes its green snout up
While a vole
Noses by.

I dreamed the future and
Woke up to the past.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to take a line from prose that we love, make that line the title, write the poem based on the title, then change the title. I pulled from the opening of the brilliant Jo Ann Beard’s The Fourth State of Matter.” Something smeared on a blackboard became this little poem.

Budding Bits (NaPoWriMo #5)

Budding bits
               winter bark in
               pink petals whisper-lyte
and burst

onetwothreefourfive pomsjustpuffslikecream

hers was a buxom bride
                                                  and what i want to know is
how do you waste these brief beauties
Miserly Spring?

(original favorite)

Buffalo Bill’s

e.e. cummings

Buffalo Bill ’s
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death