I love simple wooden chairs. I love how they look against a wood floor. On a porch. Stacked up against a wall. Hanging on a wall (I have an old dark-stained one that I use as a towel rack on the bathroom wall.) I think the artwork at the Oklahoma memorial to the bombing victims, those rows of chairs, is sublime. I wrote a manuscript once about a girl preoccupied with painting landscapes that always had a chair in them. Continue reading “The Thing About Chairs”
Author: ROMPoetry
Dancers at the Caravan Cattle Co., Tulsa OK
Both are barely 5’6, though his hat
Adds 6 inches to his height. They are slender,
His buckle like a giant pull tab
On a paper doll, her hair the color of soured milk.
They dance effortlessly, slowly with short steps,
Without improvisation or flourish. Continue reading “Dancers at the Caravan Cattle Co., Tulsa OK”
September Pool
I thought about you while I was in the pool,
Early September heat stiff above the water,
As present as winter when the ice shimmies
In the pool cover, cracking green, eating leaves. Continue reading “September Pool”
Honey Poetry on Blocks
It’s not often a person gets to spend the day sharing poetry with people. So, yesterday, September 1, 2012, was a great day for me. It was the Perkins Honey Mead Poetry Day, a fundraiser for the museum to help me get it complete and officially open. For a $10 donation, visitors got some mead (which I made last year from the honey harvest) and a honey bear from this year’s harvest. . . .plus, the first experience of the 1/3rd complete museum.
Perkins Honey Mead Poetry Day Slideshow Continue reading “Honey Poetry on Blocks”
Honey, Mead & Poetry Day!
If I Return To You
If I return to you, I will remember
my life before the mountain and fall,
The house I left to enter,
And the strength of your call.
If I return to you, I will linger
to smooth down your wings
With the tips of my fingers,
Until we touch the morning. Continue reading “If I Return To You”
