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7 weeks (49 poems in 49 days) – Day 4

THE COLD

Pyjama pants, cranky pot
Sneeze into my sleeve.
Little piggie eyes the blanket
Coddle me, if you please
Oh the wretched rap-rap-rapping
My aching head, one big squeeze.
Life is a baker that wields its rolling pin.
Tomorrow I’ll rise with the buttery sun.
But today I’m flat out, flaked out
Today I’m staying in.

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7 weeks (49 poems in 49 days) – Day 3

LUCID

As the crooners croon
And the lovers sigh
As the stargazers moon
Under dark summer skies
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for all that
Thanks for the presence
Though at times I forget
You bring gifts to my body
We are branches that bend
We are supple and hearty
As we dance in the wind
You make light of my tinder
I am flammable when wet
My lungs are on fire
You are my cigarette
My crooners’ lips
They are streaming in song
Your telescope slips
Into absolute dawn
With skin that is milky
You are way beyond cream
And if I am lucid
Then you are the dream
And if I am music
You are the beat
If I am fire
You are the heat.

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7 weeks (49 poems in 49 days) – Day 2

DAY 2

When a baby is born
Before their eyes open
Before their necks are strong enough to support their heads.
Before they separate their fingers, when they wave only fists.
When their mouths are agape
In tiny red circles and giant gummy cries
They wail relentlessly
For food, for warmth
For sleep and to be dry.

Babies do not give thanks
Babies take nourishment.
Babies do not give thanks
Babies take comfort.
This is biological, an imperative
Survival of the species
That we be loved until we can feed ourselves.

We grow into our gratitude
We grow into our red blood cells
Our eyes grow open to the existence of others.
We grow into our relations
And we grow heavy, like fruit.
That is why we fall in love.
That is why we baby talk our lovers.
That we be nourished, that we be comforted.
For this we give thanks.

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7 weeks (49 poems in 49 days) – Day 1

RAIN

Blue glowing taxi cab driver GPS lights up the
Interior sending silhouettes out into the night.
On the side streets of the city where the motion is
Humming, sounds of cars and streetcars and motorbikes
An ambulance and a firetruck tag race pass by.
Sirens call flash lights of superheroes and
Rattle of twigs start up on the neighbour’s eavestrough,
I can step inside at anytime

To where it is warm into a hallway overflowing
With winter boots and cowboy boots and
Dancing shoes and daytime shoes and slip ons, slippers and spring in our step
Into the rustling of bedsheets and gentle sighs the sounds of
Sleeping beauties upstairs, I do not live alone.
This belly full of spicy tuna and bites of leftover apple pie
Two glasses of red wine and a tumbler full of water.

The rattling of the eavestrough
Grows into a plop-plopping on the ground
Giant drops of spring rain and distinct circles
Leave their silhouettes on the pavement.
It is raining, it is cold and

I am under shelter.
I am thankful for the stillness of a place called home.

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NOTEBOOK ENTRY #21

mindful whimsy
weathered coward
fugitive imprint
punctured tone
flagrant pastry
little fellow kingfish

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NOTEBOOK ENTRY #20

tympanic hush
lisping eloquence
tittering moan
relentless interlude
glacial fury
clipping stupor

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BROKEN TELEPHONE

Communication’s tenuous at best
An electrical storm knocks out the internet.
Portable phone beeps its last hurrah, then dies.
I can’t find a stamp in this mess of a bedroom,
and besides nobody makes a pen that lasts any more,
the ink’s gone and

Bleeds on my finger, and darkness is my friend.
I am a broken telephone, but I’ll mend.

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CHOCOLATE CAKE – Fridge Magnet Poem #3

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I AM BORN HUNGRY

EVOLUTION

How long do I chase the end of this poem
Before I am curtailed by
Necessity. Another sort of hunger.
The feeding of the body,
The quenching of the marrow,
Red blood cells thirsty for oxygen,
Neurons feisty for a meeting of the minds.
Intelligence, but not by design.
For I am born to wonder,
To adapt to harrowing circumstances,
To map out absences on the page.
To scrap with a narrowing god.
So meet with me, engage in me,
Demand of me my uncertainty.
For I am born to embrace.
I am born to chase endings.
For I am born wondering.
And I am born hungry.

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WE SURPRISED LIFE – Fridge Magnet Poem #2

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HEAVY SWEATERS

Apropos of this freakishly warm weather we are having here in Toronto…

HEAVY SWEATERS

I am curious and calm
Gazing to the sky across the streets.
City streets, rivers, ribbons of cars
Whirring in the slickness of melting snow
Winter is melting away in front of my eyes and
I want to shed these heavy boots, these coats and hats
These layers of sweaters that weigh me down,
And burden me.

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IT PLEASES ME – Fridge Magnet Poem #1

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POPCORN

I am popcorn popping.
I am simmering in my seat.
I am a kernel in search of a source of heat.
That sizzles. I am that sleek.
I am a full calendar week.
I am this side of winter, before the days grow long.
Leaning over the fence line to the other side of spring.
I am rows of corn waving to the August sun.
I am peering across the fields into all that autumn brings.

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BELOVED

Even once the cocoon has cracked
and you begin to emerge from
its fibrous shell,
it takes days, a lifetime even,
of stillness and periods of rest.
Your crinkled wings
unfold themselves slowly
like a paper ball
set free of the fist.
Love is an unfurling
in the gaze of your beloved:
to behold and to be held
in that open space.
Love is a process
as much as a state.

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(2) I LIKE GAMES

Here’s a game for the word nerd in you. Randomly pluck five adjectives and five nouns from the dictionary, then rotate them through different pairs to see which combination sounds best.

I did this one just now:

Adjectives: mellow, stable, oncoming, thumping, full frontal
Nouns: bouncer, depreciation, leather, retort, smattering

  • full frontal bouncer
    mellow depreciation
    oncoming leather
    stable retort
    thumping smattering
  • thumping bouncer
    full frontal depreciation
    mellow leather
    oncoming retort
    stable smattering
  • stable bouncer
    thumping depreciation
    full frontal leather
    mellow retort
    oncoming smattering
  • oncoming bouncer
    stable depreciation
    thumping leather
    full frontal retort
    mellow smattering
  • mellow bouncer
    oncoming depreciation
    stable leather
    thumping retort
    full frontal smattering

Becomes a poem of sorts.

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