"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 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 or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.


Polly Alice

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter 2017

It’s Easter morning 2am
Thunder rumbles,
and so I upload books of
poems to Amazon.

The girl at the checkout
wishes me a pleasant evening
despite the line of dozens
of last minute shoppers
for wine and pink bunnies
at 10 pm.

Cold Chicken for dinner
and we may not make
 it to church in the morning
with a ham that takes six
hours to bake and last week’s
church marathon with the
boy’s choir singing
joy brassier than stained
glass still in our ears.

And we are pretty cooked.
We are tired with work
and garden, home
repairs and fighting off
what moth and rust destroy.

Life is impermanent of
this one thing I am sure.
Good Friday I get a French
Balayage --literally
my hair is painted
with sunlight.

And the boy in the
chair across the way
talks about his drag name,
Tequila Mockingbird and
having to leave church.
Last night  at the art gallery
reunion hugs and poetry abound
Druid, Atheist, and Philosopher agree
making things is what
makes us more human--
our art is needed.

And parties, too, I silently add.
Parties like this one where
the wine is poured and cheese
and bread laid out. Where the
Spirit blows across the roofs
of Midtown and Jesus is there
at the table with us as the sun
sets on our smiles and the
gallery windows light up with
paintings, carvings, the color
of Easter eggs.

We are all precious-- and together
at a party like this Jesus first
brought people together  with
a rare new miracle to
taste. So out there on the roof,
I was thankful for these friends,
and the love they want to
bless the world with-- no
matter their creeds.

Tomorrow all the family
will come and the table
will have yellow tulips.
Rosa will bring a pastry
and Andy will have cake.

The kids will arrive late,
but their baskets are ready
with the world’s smallest
pencils, erasers, and rabbits.

And Jesus will be with us
at the table.  I'm trusting
that here together we all 
might taste his grace 
and take his outstretched
hands.