National Poetry Day

I thought all the national poetry business was in April, but I now understand national poetry day is today.  And I read it online, so it must be true (insert ironic glance).  Anyway, with that in mind I decided to post one.  So far it’s untitled.

Have you heard the song
the planets sing to one another?

Or felt the yearning
of seed for Earth
and Earth for seed?

Do you know the secret language
whispered between the roots
of the trees?

Does the moon call to you;
does she pull your heart with her
even as she turns her face?

Then
be still,
and pay attention!

Kitten Update – Names

kats

Thank you for the suggestions.  My (local) writing group met at my house and were playing with the kittens (we are a very serious and hardworking group) I was explaining that was teetering between Mooney and Leif for the second kitten’s name. Then one of the group said, Well, if you have Harvey then the other hast to be Wallbanger.”  And that’s all there was to it.

So, I’m please to introduce Harvey and Wally!

(Harvey is on the ground, with the white feet.  Wally is sitting, looking on.)

 

Sister as Device

My invisible sister
shares coffee with me;
we watch for the sun to come up
together.
On some mornings
we walk to the pond
to look for egrets.

My invisible sister
fixes my hair before dinner.
She brushes it 100 times
and twists it in a perfect chignon.
I thank her with a quick hug
and we walk to the kitchen.
I make salad, tearing the tender leaves
while my invisible sister
pours wine, something white and light.

We talk about when we were children:
long afternoons at Grandma’s,
walking home from Girl Scouts,
skating at Mill Pond Park.
But we never talk about the day
at the old woolen mill
next to the waterfall;
that is a day I try to forget
every waking moment of my life.

My invisible sister
pours another glass of wine for us
and I keep on forgetting.

 

I’ve never had a sister,  but always wanted one.  That’s where this one started.