murmur aria “there’s a voice there,” says her mother babble traffic in all these ways she speaks to me
Category: Poems
Poems new and old
Mike Bacsik
—BASIC. 756* "Toss the ball back." Like they did in Wrigley when I was young. When a home run meant the ball left home & if you wanted it back you had to run after it as it rolled down Waveland...
Misc. Haiku 26-30
26
Out in a field,
Weaving a wreath
Of cornflowers
27
Head hurts, sounds
Of the faucet upstairs—I don’t
Want to write any poetry
28
Reading on summer porch
Surrounded by oak and maple.
Beyond, useless world
29
Squirrels the lorax
To my bygone yellow patch
Of sunflowers
30
Alas! A sound the dog and I
Both thought could be her car
Was only a weedeater
distinct observations of the 1st kind
by the cbw helicopters, distant hammering, trees rustlin, plants tussling, a crack-house green-house, dirty white chairs, car engines, pots, pans being pounded, faint TV (very faint), craigs list furniture, ants, a dangerous looking hammock nestled in the ominous shadow, some pot, some water, some sot who sought to wrought a write under a rotten umbrella, … Continue reading distinct observations of the 1st kind
Fifteen Minutes
Sky chopperKnows all the traffic.Barges float on,Down the river,Under bridges.The clouds signal weather;The banks give time and temp.And I find yet another reason.
Misc. Haiku 21-25
21
Shy but rugged stars
Have hiked the hills
But never walk the streets
22
I could spend all night
Viewing the moon and writing.
Or I could sleep-dream
23
The cop who stops to weep
On the shoulder of the road
Slows a thousand speeders
24
Caught on the tracks
After tagging a train car.
Second coat still wet
25
When a cry for help
Is hard on your health.
Saxophone doth wail, wail
Maybe I’ll Find Something I Can Use
Home, going back home. ToWhere my parents live, stillLive, on the other side of my oldRoom. It’s filled with treasuresOf forgotten days, theTreasures now forgotten themselves,Sunk to the murky floor of my life’s oceanAlong with pencil-hearted notesAnd the odd extra-base hit I managed.I go home, look around. I alwaysExpect to find something.A twenty stashed away … Continue reading Maybe I’ll Find Something I Can Use
Baseball Haiku 11-15
16
Stars make faces
When they tread the spaces
Between themselves and Earth
17
Full summer-moon
And arch of garden hose—
You too can make a moonbow
18
Mississippi
And Ohio confluence—
Almost an ocean
19
Spending a summer’s night reading—
June bug fights the window screen
20
Can I love everyone at once?
Moon shrouded
By only a bit of haze
Landscape: Connecticut 2/07
along the long, tidal river an indian word meaning college towns a good use of land evergreens pine and droopy fir pinecones growing thick this time of year hike anywhere hike in your backyard up one of those hills see a warehouse from there a pond industry then forest forest then industry subdivisions before subdivisions advent and yellow buses bright as the low-hanging moon trucking its way through winter-white & brown/green undisturbed trees are islands in … Continue reading Landscape: Connecticut 2/07
Misc. Haiku 16-20
16
Stars make faces
When they tread the spaces
Between themselves and Earth
17
Full summer-moon
And arch of garden hose—
You too can make a moonbow
18
Mississippi
And Ohio confluence—
Almost an ocean
19
Spending a summer’s night reading—
June bug fights the window screen
20
Can I love everyone at once?
Moon shrouded
By only a bit of haze
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