"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.


Polly Alice

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Forsythia

Chaulky ochre in a field of gray
A flame of sulfur on a soggy day
Hopeful, helpful, but just a start
Forsythia, please do your part,
March ahead of spring to come
Photo from Reeds Creek Nursery
Send color soon or I'm undone

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Almost Rainbow
























I thought I missed Lent.  It's been gray and gloomy for awhile right? 
Snow storms past,  green points up. Twigs were veined red
with fuzzy tips. Easter's a few days away, cause chocolate cakes the aisles? 
No.  It's Ash Wednesday, the first of a long, forty day lent.  I'm crying into my soup. 
Forty more days-- plus weekends?  Or something entirely too long to count, 
too complicated to figure.  No. Gray mourning, ashes, dust I won't take you this time
I won't.  I will press you into my marble mortar, and pestle you into fine mist. 
I'll spray my black soil with your goodness, so it can't be Lent. I'll allow saints days,
maybe a palm or two, and I will sprout past sorrow on shoots and leaves
until I've climbed a ladder with wings, and looking down I'll wave to gray clouds. 
A pinkish halo, almost a rainbow, will point me to Easter dawned with all its fresh light.  
I'll glide slowly down on its rosy hips, back to my old life, but now a new pale shade
of green.  So we'll skip it.  Lent is just hell, if you know what I mean.

X

Because their mothers were silent,
the babes rounded out a volume of time
telling a thread of loves around
the wooden spool of their dislikes 

distrusting carefully so not to break
the constant circling string,

and no matter how wildly we wave
our tears to show we need mending,

they will never understand their power,
but wrap ceaselessly and unending,

because to join two parts together
the snip of the scissors is the first thing.