ATLANTIC

What a drop am I in mid-Atlantic sea,
to think that this revolves around me.

What a grain of sand I am on shore,
to take the Ocean lightly, no more.

Peace with myself to know,
my place on this water-ball,
my ashes, to sea, do throw.

Puma/MMXI
(‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’)

AMUR TIGER

Tiger, tiger, fading light;
How did we get here?
Are we in the twilight
of your Night?

Not a Disney character, you,
but real, alive, and to be feared,
all beauty, muscle, and sinew.

Poets pen your grace,
a cat of all instinct, a fearful roar,
a winsome face.

And now we count you one-by-one,
a creature to be extinct,
and ask ourselves:
What have we done?

Puma/MMXI
(‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’)

LUNA

At 3 a.m. I awake to welcome spring.
My studio lit full, by a generational Moon.
Did the Moon give me a wake-up call?

Reminding me of my place in the Universe?
That my return to sleep may be final?

OR

Am I crazy, a ‘Lunatic’,
because of this Goddess of many names,
reminding me to worship,
or at least pay attention to Her?

Puma/MMXI
(c) ‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

THE COLOR OF THE WIND

Redness in my cheeks,
navy pea-coat from head to hips,
black leather hands.

Peach fuzz buds, seeking sun,
brunette hair billowing,
yellow Forsythia, unstill.

Lush green swaying,
white surf spray,
cool blue evenings.

Rainbow of leaves, swirling,
grey clouds moving east,
violet school flag blowing.


Puma/MMXI
(Voices in my head, verses to be read)

POETRY MONTH

I like
what
you like,
I like
you.

I like
what
you don't like,
I love
you.

PLANTING

Ice thaw,
Spring met.
Ground plowed,
soil set.

Sow seed,
reap pod.
Pick pea,
thank God.

© Puma/MMXI

TO TSE WITH LOVE (HAIKU)

Greeting April's fool/
awaken from winter's wrath/
bitter-sweet outing.