3/7/10

235.

You in one poem

and You in another are

not always the same.

234.

Your fingers flutter

swiftly over the strings and

you draw beauty forth.

3/5/10

233.

You are so lovely.

I could listen to your voice

all day and all night.

3/4/10

232.

March forth on March fourth,

and enjoy the chilly spring's

brisk, blustery day.

#232 in honor of my Mom, who has always loved the sound of today's date for it's double meaning.

231.

I go to the gym,

taunted by the smell of food.

This is so not fair!!

3/3/10

230.

You are warmth to me.

You embody enticement,

Yet you don't see me.

3/2/10

229.

Spring in Florida:

Wearing shorts when it's not quite

warm enough. Big yikes!!

228.

Spring in Florida:

What is up?! Where is the warmth?!

Too chilly by half.

227.

Spring in Florida:

rain showers, wind gusts, and leaf

flurries are the norm.

226.

Spring in Florida:

sneezing, wheezing, and swollen

glands for everyone!!

225.

Spring in Florida:

pollen casts a yellow pall

over everything.

3/1/10

224.

Another Monday

rolls around with its sluggish

start of the week funk.

2/25/10

223.

O, NEA, oh

NEA why must your grants

pulverize my brain?!

222.

Is there anything

more labyrinthine than grant forms?

Tax forms, I suppose.

221.

Writing a grant for

the NEA is turning

my brain to Swiss cheese.

2/23/10

220.

Thinking of Ampa,

missing, loving him always.

But extra today.

219.

Feels like I'm swimming

through a metaphoric soup.

Look out for noodles!

218.

Back to fog again?

Oh! But there the sun peeks through!

Peek-a-boo with clouds.

2/22/10

217.

No coffee so far

and yet today seems okay...

will this pep last though?

216.

Another Monday

rolls around. Am I ready

for this one? Maybe.

2/21/10

215.

That last poem was

rather prosaic if I

do say so myself.

214.

I am writing a

column about spinach and

doing my laundry.

213.

This sunny Sunday

is warm and full of promise.

Lovely, lazy day.