Doubt and trust

Doubt and trust

Calm pool of water

Smooth as rolled steel plate

Clear right to your rock-hard bottom

“Dive in!” and, Lord, I want to

Dry and separate

Alone, with just a fig leaf

Ephemeral as a baby’s coo

But heavy as lead

Part for me

Not all, but only fingertips

Accept me

Let me slip into your depths

It won’t be forever, I swear

I do have some buoyancy, somewhere

It will come back to me

I will rise again

Of course, I know your finitude

Trust me, I cannot ignore it

But just for now,

Pretend with me

My heavy-duty robot poet

My heavy-duty robot poet

Makes a word cloud of my scheming

Writhing longings and my dreaming

Wishes with my feelings teeming

But devoid of any meaning

Then cheerfully dings.

Ah, Sleep

"Daily Poems" -- so, that was a lie. And so quickly exposed, too!

Well, here's a non-daily poem, then:

Ah, Sleep

My vexing mistress

You tease! You taunt and scorn

Breathe warmth on my neck , then pull away

I can do nothing. Not pursue; not withdraw

Merely wait, and suffer

Waiting

Waiting

Wait...

Your dark glowing touch

Your sly strong embrace

Dissolving in your infinity

Released into your prison

Freed from myself

Until tomorrow

Men have four feelings:

Finally, this bad idea:

Men have four feelings:
Hunger. Anger. Horny. Off.
Hope that I'm hungry.

Of course, I don't really believe that, but I do think that it's funny.

Warm Baked Potato

Still Wednesday:

Warm Baked Potato
Salt, pepper, butter
Add more? Vanity.

Pretty satisfying, honestly.

Angry Tree Next Door

Finally, a different day: Wednesday, the 20th of May, 2020. Another attempted haiku:

Angry Tree Next Door
Drops limbs where I stood last year
But we both pretend

I may make a longer blank verse later, to further explore this uneasy peace.

Hornet In My House

Also from Tuesday. Not a haiku, but it started as one:

Hornet In My House
Endlessly crossing the window pane
I’m sorry the glass isn’t airtight
You must smell flowers and kinsmen
But cannot go to them
Would you let me help you?
Open the sash and pop out the screen?
No, and I don’t blame you.
I don’t trust easily either.

I started this because of a hornet… in my house. I actually batted at it before I realized what it was. Though I grazed it, it didn’t bother with me; just went to the attic window and kept walking back and forth.

I noticed that “hornet in my house” was 5 syllables and thought, sympathetically, “what a mistake you’ve made” -- sympathetically, because it didn’t sting or bite or whatever hornets do. But “what a mistake you’ve made” is only 6 syllables, and while I could stretch “you’ve” into “you have”, that would be lame. So, no haiku this time, just a little blank verse.