POULTRY BUSINESS

Photo by S. Auberle

Yes, I know these are turkeys, but they are poultry, though this is a chicken poem. I don't think they'll mind.

POULTRY BUSINESS

One lovely morning

as I was dining on Eggs Benedict,

a friend stopped by my table to ask

how's the poetry business?

I heard how's the poultry business?

After wondering if a hearing aid

might be in my future,

I got to thinking about this and decided

chickens might actually be better.

The pay is more.

You never need an alarm to wake you.

You can always eat your mistakes.

Rhode Island Reds are quite lovely

to look at, and chickens make you laugh.

Poetry, on the other hand,

pays next to nothing,

keeps you up all night,

and poets hate to eat their words.

Rarely do poems make you laugh,

mostly you curse and cry--oh why,

oh me oh my.

Sometimes I think I'll try

to change this state of affairs,

but most of the time, not

and that's because I am, you see

too chicken.

PEACE & HARMONY

Digitalized Ink Painting by S. Auberle

I'm trying to learn the art of Chinese ink painting--both characters and the actual paintings. Not easy. This is the character for "peace."

"Harmony" tonight, looking out the window at sunset to see the almost full moon and the setting sun in the sky at the same time.

peace and harmony. ..
some kind of magic...

NOURISHING

Photo by S. Auberle

WHAT NOURISHES ME

the whisper

of your

breath

in the

night

that

old

moon

circling

the sky

cranes

calling

on their

journey

northward...

~ mimi

p.s. yes, these are real cranes, though they look fake. They're in front of a lovely painted wall in their enclosure.

TWO WAYS

Photo by S. Auberle

"There are two ways

to live your life.

One is as though

nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though

everything is a miracle."

~Albert Einstein

SPRING, SPRANG, SPRUNG

Photos by S. Auberle

Spring in the city...street musicians are out, prom dresses in boutique windows, the light, oh the light. A trip to the city for a change of pace. Energy, fantastic food, people everywhere, some in shorts and flipflops, some still in down coats and boots, most with smiles on their faces. Life is good...

CAMELOT

Photo by S. Auberle

"It began in mystery

and it will end in mystery

but what a rare and beautiful country

lies in between."

~ Diane Ackerman

TIME

Painting by Picasso - Milwaukee Museum of Art

it pecks at me

this morning

Time, that urgent bird

flying swiftly

always beyond our reach

impossible to capture

slow down

or save...

now here, beating

on my screen at dawn

feathers ripping

falling, furious

at my wasting

even a single hour

in sleep

~ mimi

LAST WINTER POEM

Photo by S. Auberle

I walk these winter woods tonight

cold rushing through me

like a river of stars

filling me so with grace

I can hardly breathe...

~ mimi

this poem first published a few years ago in "Hummingbird"

off the blogwaves for a week...spring will have arrived when I return...