I had the idea to open up my blog to some guests (& not the scammers who are always offering to write a free piece for my blog — why?). To start off, the wonderful big-hearted Diana Rickard, but then I thought of Anselm's poem & that this was the day Ted died (& the day Dave Righetti threw a no-hitter for the Yanks against the Red Sox, which I told Ted in a dream a couple weeks after he died). So there's 2 posts today. I love Diana's work:
Listen Up
I give freely of my colors and their light
desire only a passionate voice, confident leather
Gradual accumulation of crumbs at my feet
and a solemn liquidy password failure
Grey frog in a granny cap
breaks the rays with leafy shadows
So easy to take pleasure in the dry sun
just hide near the prickly flower
drift from the potted greens
An ulterior woman wearing tardy boots
raises a conscious brow
Two bees hover with intent
and my nerves are incredibly selfish
This shiny coat holds a steady gaze
Little birds move in jerky bursts
The benches rock with possibility
Another noon is over
another stroll begins
It's all happening in Brooklyn, right now
The air is everywhere
and I am ready with my three wishes