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2020 American Place Breaking Muse Poems Six Pack

Canned Goods

Fragile
[boxes]
Bounded up
De-coupling—
Social
Distancing—

Uncomfortable

Pauses

As to what
Qualifies
As normal.
Needing
Canned
Laughter

for
Comfort
Food.

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Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Footnotes Why

Notes on Canned Goods

I initially started the writing that led to this poem by looking into the actual words that were used.

Fragility — the human condition is exorbitantly weak. We really don’t like that fact.

Boxes — Maria Kondo – put your life into neat little bento boxes— tidy up your life

Mental Boxes — when our emotional chaos is present, we work hard to categorize our responses. Tidy up our minds — but that is usually mental space filled with work and future planning. Very tidy, our future, in our minds, until plans are disrupted by social crisis.

De-coupling — Social Distancing breeds anxiety -especially for extroverts- by hallowing our our group response. When all of a sudden you take away the immediate, physically present, response that we have by being in the same room or the same table — when canned laughter is absent you realize that fake laughter that connects you is better than watching comedy dead pan. A comedian of one is not really that funny. We require social interactivity.

And a news conversation that has to wait for delayed interactions, stops people from answering naturally and responding fluidly.

Canned Goods

 

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

fresh starts

Yearning
Clamshells
Open slow
With a
Lazy
Yawning
Frond
Unwound

Reaching
Tendrils
Unfurled
Revealing
Future
Colors
Of long
Summer’s Day.

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2020 Poems

Sunset Sill

Delicate
The flower
That is man

With age a
Drying crease
Wrinkles cross

Exposing
A grand
Fragility —

A few days
Without more
Water and

Severe
Consequences
Will prevail —

Never to
Hold the same
Shape again

The vase —
Retainer of
remainders

The days count-
ed by fall-
en petals

Beautiful
Unto the
Very last

Though fragrance
Gone and all
Glory past

What remains
Is the same
Shadow’s cast

Through the light
On the sill
Calm and still.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Bird Song Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Spring bird song

“We want to be
More than the tree.
A melody
For you

We sing and sing
Always hoping
Your Love to ring
As true…

Please, please sing back!
Tell where you’re at —
Let our song
Be for two.”

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse New Mexico Poems Six Pack

TP Quarantine

Lockdown
Quarantine
“Keep the door shut.”

Practice
“Social distancing”
Do not touch!

Wash your
Hands for
Twenty seconds

Swab and
Daub and Wipe
down surfaces!

Don’t forget
Don’t touch
Your Faces!

Though we
Won’t need
No toilet paper

For one
Or two
Weeks more

It doesn’t
really matter
‘Cause there’s none left

At
The
Store

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Bird Song Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Bird Song

A bird
A bird
A bird has rhythm

Listen
Listen
Listen closely — To hear

If you
If you
Listen closely

A whole
New Lang-
uage will appear

Repeat
Repeat
The melody

The beat
The beat
Is very clear

The words
The words
These Words may not matter

The music
The music
Is more than a mirror

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Bird Song Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Happy Days

She was
A sweet
A sweet blue bird

Named “Happy”
She would even
let you hold her

Her Eggs
Were aquamarine
With golden yolks

American
Ameraucana
“The Easter Egger”

Though she
Stopped producing
Early in life

She was
Well regarded
By the Garden Club.

RIP

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Bird Song Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

The Day Happy Died

Tic tic
Says the clock
As it counts off your day

“Where
have you been?” He says,
“Happy has passed away…”

Dirty work
This garden farm
On any good day, not much harm

‘Cept for
The mice
Who’ve come to barn

But today
You know —
Was different too

It was
The day…
That Happy died—

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2020 Poems

break in

I need a break —
I need a break
I need a break from me

I’m swimming in
I’m breathing in
“I’m drowning,” sincerely

— John Doe —

I’ve stripped away
Prosperity
I’ve drunken down my past

I’ve left myself
No other choice
Lest this day be my last

In my head
You’re in my head
You know I see you there…

“Take a deep breath
Take a deep breath
Take in all of this air.

Make still your mind
Make whole your kind
Be what you think you should

Now let it in
Release your sin
And become what you never
Would

Gather yourself
And leave your things
It’s time to go on —Human—
Being”