SONNET 43 REVISITED
How do I love thee
let me not count the ways
Lists are for laundry
and for going to the store
One item more or less
I would not love you less or more
Tag Archives: Love
GENESIS A LOVE STORY
GENESIS A LOVE STORY
On the first day God created light
on the fourth the sun and moon and stars
I see and feel the sun
court the moon and awe the arching stars
But what of the light before the light
is that the light I see in you
QUANTUM LUNCH
QUANTUM LUNCH
There is nothing stable in this table
And yet
the ever so quickly spinning
nothingness
that is me
is happy this particle-wave
filled morning
to rest on it with non-existent elbows
and gaze and gaze
at the improbable you
STEALING FIRE
STEALING FIRE
The thing about love
is that you can light one from another
The reason that the gods
were so punishing to Prometheus
was because he took
the last spark of special that they had
LATIN 101
LATIN 101
I never learned
the past tense of love
Amo, amas, amat
and that’s that
VALENTINE 09
VALENTINE 09
Every Saint Valentine’s day
one should write a poem
to their beloved
Not just to remind them
how lovely they are
and your bursting desire
to show it
But also how lucky you are
to know that you know it
HI HO HI HO
HI HO HI HO
Work
I sometimes think about it, but not too hard
Like, shouldn’t there be a different word
for doing what we love or hate, for money
Like how I got to drive big trucks at eighteen
that I dreamed about at eight
and they paid me
Like playing cowboy and riding the range
where the deer and the antelope play
and getting paid
Building buildings bigger than Lego
and getting paid
Maybe work is about being serious
but I seriously question that too
I mean, what can be more joyous and serious
than a child adding one last block to his tower
or me, as I write this poem, and look up
to see it is 1:25 in the morning
SONNET FOR THE ORDINARY
SONNET FOR THE ORDINARY
There is a loving way to make a bed
With pillows care set at the head
And a mother’s loving knead to give
Adds nourishment to help us live
We know that water crystals change
With words of love or hate about
From snowflake to a muddy mange
And we are water without doubt
A cheerful flipper at the greasy spoon
Feeds us better though the food be junk
Than Pierre at the Ritz with silver spoon
Serving Crèpes Suzette with Galic funk
And care enough within a poem
can provide another home
SECOND HONEYMOON
SECOND HONEYMOON
It is my mother’s birthday
she has barely made it to
88
Not one infinity sign but two
I see her from behind
standing again with my father at the altar
IN MEMORY STILL
IN MEMORY STILL
(or computers byte)
You keep popping up in my memory
On old disks I find love notes
still as loving as when they were entered
Faxes, letters, poems, thoughts
full of beauty full of trust
Valentine’s poems, three of them
overflowing with sensual exaltation
wisdom exchanged, depths plumbed,
promises made
Fresh and clean and bright
as the day they were written
lines that would go on forever
lines that still do go on forever
I don’t know how to tell the little ones
and zeros that we’re now apart
it might break their heart