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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Milan on: April 05, 2019, 02:12:46 PM
Renaissance rebirth new beginning
Prospero intrigues, the political state
A duke, a daughter, a spirit of air
Below their feet some monster shares
His jealousy, his spite, his love.

The nunsí cafeteria needed some art
A theme of supper, what better thought
Twelve apostles, arrayed at a table
The room in perspective, shrinking away
Below their feet, some monster waits.

Sandbags were piled about their feet
And higher too when bombs fell
Il Duce, Il Duce they used to call
The tyrant again, a ceasar, a clown
In Rome too they called, strung up in Milan.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / sunglasses 4 on: April 05, 2019, 02:02:17 PM
Sliding, sliding down the nose
Sweat slick, heat of summer
Sunglasses tickle now, pushing at nostrils
Sliding off my face.

Shove them back, hold head up
The weight balanced for a moment
But the mower needs a look ahead
It whirs its slicing blade.

Shove of shoulders, head bent down
Glasses slide again
Under straw hat in afternoon sun
The mower sits idle, silent.

Who needs sunglasses in this heat?
Set them on the lawn table
Sip icedtea, breath in heat
Return to the reel mower.

Grass is perfect after its trim
So smooth, so low and even
The quiet machine that cuts precise
See the evening shadows across it.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / cheese on: April 04, 2019, 10:05:37 PM
Cheese we ate like protein cake
Following so often the Moosewood
Cottage curds, mozzarella strings
Granules of parmigiana.

Beans as well, the protean craving
But so often a casserole with cheese
Lasagna with spinach, heavy cream quiche
Something with lots of cheese in it.

A garden too grown in the back
Zucchini, tomatoes, corn
This was our way in Hanover
At the student run coop house.

Even today, Vermont cheese
I spy it in grocery stores
Knowing the protein, knowing the savor
Those Moosewood recipes have.

Still enchanted, still wandering
Some green broccoli forest
I hear some substitute meat product
Will soon have a slice of cheese on it.

4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / crocodile on: April 04, 2019, 09:51:07 PM
Iíve got one shirt with a crocodile logo
Itís soft and an odd color blue
Almost a sweatshirt but too thin
Iíve worn it with suspenders too.

I have not used it to bask in the sun
To lie on a river bank
Eyes half closed as a zebra herd
Scents the water flowing.

Iíve worn it as winter turns to spring
Almost a robinís egg blue
Iíve cut back vines and put up a fence
For a garden with deer in mind.

The zebra approach, the crocodile lunges
The whole mess churns in the water
Stripes and mud and crocodile tail
Then quiet with sun on the water.

I show my dog our own deer trail
The hoof prints split in the mud
He gives a sniff and I make plans
To keep deer from eating our lunch.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / tennis racket on: April 04, 2019, 09:41:04 PM
Furry ball in grasp
Bounce and catch, bounce and catch
Sun on shoulders, sun on head
Crouch to start the serve.

Thereís the whoosh of strings in air
The sweep of the tennis racket
The first serve with all power
Thunks against the net.

Second serve, much less power
Precision to make it good
Ping of ball translates to wrist
Return comes back around.

And so the racket dances, dances
As volley follows volley
A second head, and extra arm
Footwork most important.

A pointer to the spot behind the line
The place the ball landed
Out it points, the tennis racket
Dips to recover the ball.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / pen 2 on: April 04, 2019, 09:33:26 PM
Now theyíre made with rubber grips
The pushbutton extending ballpoint
Clicks into view, ready to spill
Ink out across the white.

Rubber grip, the curled up fist
Posture of the first days of school
Loose but ready, the word flight
The wrist as much as the fingers.

Pull away, pull away, view words
Without the handís shadow
Pull away, pen and hand
Leave the writing exposed, alone.

Now the scribble, now the rush
The flow of words unceasing
The easy flow, the unconscious thing
The motion of all unbeing.

Feeling fades, sounds of birds
Breath or itchy nose
All withdraw as words pour forth
Ink spills out across the white.

So it flows, so it flows
No notice of the outside world
So it flows but slows again
Pull away, take a breath, read a song.

7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bourbon on: April 04, 2019, 09:22:15 PM
This is the decade of bourbon decay
Sliding of flesh, shortening of stride
The occasional totter, glasses on the table
Moments of grace becoming profounder.

Occidental manners down in the city
Long mint juleps up in the country
Flying out of fledgelings out of the nest
Thoughts of a haven somewhere south.

Yet opening the meanings of fortune cookies
Still has some moments to dream
Decay is slow by nature, slow by decades
Sip a little bourbon down by the bay.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / star on: April 04, 2019, 09:12:19 PM
Blue white, blue white, the bright dog star
Brightest star in the night sky
Sizzle in winter, buffet Orion
Where the red star Betelgeuse lies.

Drink in the colors of these stars
Feel the night vision grow sharper
Even the Earth, bathed in starlight
Gives gloaming without my shadows.

Run in the winter moonless night
Stars like breath in your lungs
Show the night how you belong
Bright stars over your shoulders.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / rose on: April 04, 2019, 09:05:26 PM
Itís been eight years since I killed the rose
The stump is still going strong
There in the ground after rain
No rot, it stays sound.

I killed the rose in a warm year
Pruned too soon I think
It withered then, I cut it down
A gangly prickly thing.

The stump remains, the memory too
Of bees swarming the blooms
Overhead it once grew
Pink tea roses, sweet perfume.

Maybe Iíll plant another there
Once the stump comes free of the soil
A rose to bloom by kitchen window
With bees humming out there.

Perhaps it wil risel again too tall
And maybe a winter will come
Cold enough to prune a rose
Let it broaden, not just leave a stump.

Warm in the winter, most years now
Too warm to prune back a rose
No frozen ground, no dormancy
Clippers bleed blood of the rose.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bus on: April 04, 2019, 08:55:19 PM
Knees jammed tight against the seat
One size fits all school bus
Band trip to Morgan State
Two hours of feeling every bump.

These are the chosen, high school kids
Heading out in the dark
Tubas and trumpets, long trombones
Loaded all in the back.

Festival, the whole state
Will play three different tunes
Tunes of their choice out of a list
While judges compute the scores.

These kids will do great, Iíve seen it before
Chaperoning another season
Dawn opens up, bus shifts gears
Traveling all with a reason.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / card 4 on: April 04, 2019, 08:47:18 PM
Filed away, a business card holder
Plastic slots like a photo album
Filed away, filed, forgotten
Though maybe useful some other time.

A card is polite, too small to burden
A chip of cardboard for pocket or purse
A card is polite but I seem to forget
At once what the card really stands for.

I do have a file, I do try to keep
The cards so many still use
But my own is folded printed paper
A small note but no card.

Habit of poverty, using thin paper
Like junk mail I guess though much now is board
This is the printing, this is the cutting
This is the folding to make it fit.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / duck on: April 04, 2019, 08:39:42 PM
As much grease as a turkey
From a smaller bird
Pooled in the glass baking pan
The path to dark rich gravy
Abundantly poured on.

Skin crisp and crinkly
Over the breast fat
A layer built like blubber
Slices with the meat
Slices with all dark meat.

This time there is no orange sauce
Poured ore the sizzling bird
Just salt and black pepper
Applied before the oven
Now cooked into the skin.

I always sneeze for a duck
At the start of the eating
And itch a little on the scalp
At the start of the chewing
But the kids love it, the smell in the air.

13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / figurine on: April 03, 2019, 09:14:18 PM
Carved in her cloister, shut eyed
Mary, madonna, standing in prayer
Made small, a tiny figurine
Like a fairy of milkweed.

From the start the mother
A fetish, the hips and bosom, no head
Carved of stone and left behind
In a trail of hominid bones.

Now slender and wooden, unpainted
The carver leaves no sign
But fresh wood look, unweathered
A halo, a gownís flowing lines.

What shall it be tomorrow
What mother love shall remain
What figurine of femaleness
Shall be carved for future days.

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / glitter 2 on: April 03, 2019, 09:06:25 PM
Glitter, glitter, sudden sun
Rain wet leaves, stalks of grass
Glitter splashed across the world
Rainbow East, a promise kept.

Rain washes impartially
Clean or dusty, all the same
Pollen film or tan road dust
Rain and rain washes all.

And yet this spiderweb remains
No waterspout for her I guess
A drop at every verticy
Glitter pearls at sunís return.

Iíll wait for harvest patiently
For fruits of rain, fruits of sun
Let the moments glitter each
Let them wash the season on.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / the fair on: April 03, 2019, 08:58:31 PM
A booth at the fail
Neighbors there
For four days
A new neighborhood.

To the right, solar
Edge Energy
Signing up customers
In this commercial building.

To the left, the legion
With lots of flags
Fan of a veteran
Tray of doodads.

There across
Anderson Windows
Good folk there
Smart and thoughtful.

To their right
The Gideons
Spelling words
With small bibles.

And there on their left
My main rival
The Democrats
Noisy and bold.

But Iíve got the kids
The sidewalk chalk
Vote Green 2018
Thatís the message.

The kids and their parents
Strolling through
And registering voters
At a table to talk.

Thatís the fair
The Republicans behind
And choices for voters
Before election time.
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