pulling down curtains
I leaned over the typewriter
sparks   round   holes
and fire   I dragged the rug
in the kitchen   a bucket
water   The typewriter did not
my face   hands   the heat from the caldera
yellow fire   fast    roaring
rumbling   grinding noise
my bucket, of course, not aflame

Thoughts: my
pay attention to be
too tired

I
am
am
I
skip
the
skipping
a
day
sonnet
today
no sonnet
ok?
ok?

This is about all I have: to eat
this cookie on the porch and drink
some tea while she sleeps. I know
its been a rough day when he calls me
three times at work, each call
with a scream in the background
a sort of backdrop to the day.
The sound of her wails
give a strange taint to the sky
though it is finally blue
after a long long winter. On Saturday
we weeded the garden boxes
and bought soil for the vegetable seeds.
During one of the many hours of nursing
I learned on a gardening program
that daffodils never lose their potency
(unlike tulips); they will always bloom;
flower forever. I’d like to be like that.

Wow, I’ve never played Scrabble with a sort of theme to it, but that’s just the way it worked out! Here’s a poem using all of the words Stephen and I made.

When the queen is done braiding her hair
with a zig and a zag
it is time to drop
the magic key down to her guru
who arrives on a mean donkey pulling a cart.
As she awaits, she wonders, is it a crime
to lust for her enlightened one?
Having failed to find the bottle
or the jug groovy enough, she has hired
this guru to stir up the rotten webs
that have clouded her heart.
Somehow, she fell in love with him
and as per their usual three o’clock tryst
he will catch the fallen object, but
before he reaches the window
(where a sumac fails to hide
the secret door to the tower completely)
the donkey is startled by a pair of oxen.
The guru is filled with ire
and flogs the poor animal, reeling him in
as if he were koi fish in a lake.
When this happens the queen, lusty
for her suitor, seals the impatient moment
by throwing herself from the window,
hoping to be neatly out on the cart.
Instead, she misses and kisses the street.