Elementary
Inspiration:
No doubt something absurd, like pondering the physics of weight gain.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Elementary
Which particle am I most like
If you split an atom in three?
Electrons are always negative-
that’s not the world I see.
Nor like a proton am I,
with unceasing positivity.
If neither plus nor minus,
what else could I be?
Neutrons have the most mass-
Yep, that’s me!
Two Week
Inspiration:
My struggle between loving to see the sun rise and my desire for sleep. Sleep wins most of the time, I’m definitely two week!
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Two Week
If you count the sunrises you could have had,
And divide by those you’ve seen,
It would be really very sad
If it’s more than, say, fifteen.
For fourteen daybreaks you’ll have missed
For every one you won.
Fourteen dawns you could have kissed
Had you been awake to see the sun.
Ant Hill
Inspiration:
My favorite pass-time, switching syllables around in my head to twist words into funthing sum, and realizing that “physicist” twisted is very close to “Sisyphus”, or maybe it was vice versa.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Ant Hill
If Sisyphus were a physicist
He’d’ve thought about the motion
Of the rock he pushed up that hill
Like endless waves of the ocean.
In fact if he’d just played mini golf
He’d’ve known that at the top
A hole must there first be dug
For the ball to go kerplop.
Fly
Inspiration:
The sound of a fly hitting the same window over and over interrupting my work on the same type of project I’ve done over and over.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Fly
I saw a fly dead
from banging its head
upon my window pane.
And I thought, how blind,
lacking foresight of mind,
and continued to type away.
But in a moment I thought,
as my spirit was caught
on the branch of an epiphany tree,
“Will I do the same,
over and over again?
No, I’ll be smarter than he!”
“I won’t slave til I’m dead,
I’ll fly away instead!”
So I opened the window glass,
and jumped off the ledge
to fly over the edge,
But I landed on my big fat… trampoline.
The Journal
Inspiration:
Never enough money, always too much to do, but a good, worn-out life with my family.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
The Journal
The Safe is half empty,
Brief Case half full,
but the Journal is brimming
from life that’s a’ spinning
with wife and kids,
well lived,
worn through, never dull.
The Last Ninja
Inspiration:
Spring.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
The Last Ninja
Do you know what caused
the last ninja to fail?
T’was not weapon or unknown foe,
’tis an uber sad tale.
The silent warrior to whom
no guarding ear could listen,
was not a traitor or sniviling coward,
yet betrayed his own position!
Alas, the last ninja of the night
has met his match and fallen,
trained for every enemy and silent foe,
but pollen.
Dry
Inspiration:
Spinning the dryer a full 3 times over looking for a sock, then spinning it a full 3 times in the other direction.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Dry
You will not win
with all your twisting, spinning,
fanning, finning,
my race against the clock,
the more I search,
the more you hide,
I will find my other sock!
Memory
Inspiration:
I don’t remember.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Memory
Memory, so fleeting,
Like spring dew on a summer’s day,
Like a red rose on a … on a …
Dangit, I forgot what I was gonna say.
Battle
Inspiration:
Driving to a meeting I was late to, feeling very overwhelmed and beaten up by life, and frustrated that I seemed to be battling the same weaknesses and shortcomings over and over, for decades! It was intended as a fairly serious vent, but I decided to lighten it up in the end. Like most things in life, you can laugh about them later.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Battle
Why across the boundless sky
through darkest day and endless night
must I rise time, yet time again,
my inner self to try to win?
Yet here I stand once again,
picked up off beaten ground,
now scar faced with half a grin
and half determined scowl.
Who will win the battle long,
Me, my heart or eye?
Who will sing the victor’s song?
(It’ll probably be a tie!)
Dictation
Inspiration:
Dictating poems (probably while on a walk or run) and watching what it came up with.
Note:
Did you find the baby hidden owl in this one?
What’s scarier to you, the low battery, or low bars?
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
Dictation
Ah comma
The beauties of dictation period
Making poetry so easy comma
Because punctuation rhymes hyphen
Dangit exclamation mark