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Bowl Dome Theater Target
(Poem 290 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
She shaped this beautiful
dish with her own two hands
out of white clay spun on a pottery
wheel and brushed with porcelain
paint before firing to perfection.
He built this dome in an ancient
mosque with his own two hands
out of bricks, wood, and stucco,
so everyone could hear the Imam’s
voice resonating and to symbolize
heaven arching high above the faithful.
She designed this sunken
amphitheater with her own two hands
out of stone, brick, limestone, and marble
and directed the labor of 30,000
people for over a decade for its completion.
He created this axe-throwing
target with his own two hands
using woodworking tools, wood glue,
live edge Maple, Redwood, and Cedar,
and may never throw anything at its surface
because it turned out too beautiful to destroy.
@Home Studio – 290th poem of the year
Celestial Body
(Poem 282 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Her celestial body
is draped
in gossamer galaxies
and lacy luminosities
with flecks of infinite
cosmic dust
and gauzy strands
of nebulae birthing
baby stars.
Her swaying form
catapults asteroids
across the billowy
folds of organza
and satin,
hurtling dark matter
across crests
of supernovae,
bespeckling interstellar silk.
@Home Studio – 282nd poem of the year
If This Was My Room
(Poem 278 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
If this
was my room,
I would never
do
anything
but nap
and watch
the weather
change her mind
and write silly
poems about
dappled light
and dancing clouds,
and daydream
after reading
old love letters
while listening
to “Bésame Mucho”
on Spanish guitar.
@Home Studio – 278th poem of the year
Visiting Rome
(Poem 263 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I’m zipping
through the streets
of Italy
on a motorbike,
past the Colosseum,
looking with my eyes,
not my phone.
Being beside
things built
to last
slows
the pace
of time
to cobblestone
roads
that lead
to fountains
and statues
who’ve seen
many iterations of me
over the last thousand years
gazing back
at them.
Buongiorno,
they cheer across the plaza
to welcome me back again.
@Home Studio – 263rd poem of the year (inspired by an episode of Emily in Paris set in Rome)
Star, Darren, et al. Emily in Paris. “Roman Holiday” Los Angeles, CA, Paramount, 2024.
Losing Beauty
(Poem 248 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
To be without Beauty
feels plain and bare,
lacking in something.
A presence at once
regal and understated
has gone missing, and
in its place is an ache,
a pang, maybe a twinge
of listless longing for
some undefined touch
of elegance that is both
gracious and aloof,
familiar and unknowable.
@Home Studio – 248th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Losing Beauty photos to accompany my poem:
1. Beauty & Kage on guard duty.
2. Chika, Beauty, & Cotton Eyed Joe snuggling.
3. Beauty & Chika sharing my chair.
4. Beauty holding hands with Kenji.
5. The last picture I ever took of Beauty—Beauty & Aiko holding hands.
Beauty Bows
(Poem 235 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Beauty bows her dainty
head to mine, bent brow
an offering of friendship.
She looks into my eyes
with a gaze that says we
know each other’s souls.
@Home Studio – 235th poem of the year
Uter-Us
(Poem 190 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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The uterus is a universe
of endometrial enchantment,
a whispering womb,
a reproductive realm,
a cervical sanctuary,
and the cradle of life;
the hormonal harmony
in that pelvic paradise
creates menstrual magic
from the ovarian orbit
and fallopian fantasy that
results in a cycle symphony
…until it becomes something else…
a pelvic painscape
due to hormonal havoc
that creates womb woes
due to cervical crisis,
ovaries who are outraged,
frustrated fallopian tubes,
endometrial eruptions,
menstrual mayhem,
cycles of chaos,
a fertility fiasco,
and the reproductive riot
that brings only destruction.
@Home Studio – 190th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Uterus photos to accompany my poem:
Fireworks
(Poem 186 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Fireworks make my daughter’s emotions swell,
a lump in the throat, eyes fill, heart tight, why?
The beauty of communal celebration, delicate
power on display, explosion of color against a
black background, the artist’s palette consisting
of aluminum and titanium for bright white stars,
copper for the luminous blue, barium for green,
strontium and lithium salts for red, sodium yellow,
calcium orange, the light like a warning, reaching
our eyes a bit before the slower sound can assault
our ears, rattle our chests, and make us nostalgic
for our own births and deaths…the short answer—
she resonates with the message the fireworks
attempt to share, the poetry of imitating the stars.
@Genuine Joe’s – 186th poem of the year
My Cat and I Had a Little Talk
(Poem 137 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
My cat and I had a little talk
before she went into surgery.
I was warned by the vet that
this could be the end for Beauty.
Her heart is now much weaker,
not as strong as it once was.
Removing the growths on her
chest might need to be put on pause.
But my sweet girl is miserable,
I can tell because I know her well.
She needs help, comfort, relief,
my poor lovely, gentle belle.
I told her she’s been so strong,
served as my constant friend.
It’s time for her to rest for now;
let her body have time to mend.
@Home Studio – 137th poem of the year
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