Monday, Sunny

Now that I've consumed two glasses of white wine,

All the while enjoying it very much,

I'm ready to write poetic verse.

Lofty clouds sail across the sky, slowly

Heading eastwardly at a leisurely pace

Just behind the storm clouds that brought us needed rain.

This lovely day lingers, refreshing the soul.

It brought us surprises and good fortune.

It leaves us satisfied, not wanting more.

There's a wonderful evening awaiting

But I linger right here, savor the moment

When day releases its energy, slowly

And settles into night, in its own good time,

Inspiring the birds toward their evening perches,

Enveloping us all in its restful arms.

TGIF

A mosaic wall of sports games scream

In living high def hues,

Adding vivid splashes to

The ambient amber mood.

Friday night Chicago warming up,

Easing smoothly into weekend mode.

Anticipation hangs heavily in the air,

Waiting, watching, biding time,

Time for reflection on better times,

Time for gratitude for good fortune,

Time for release from stress and pressure,

Time for slipping into relaxation mode,

Time for sipping a happy hour beer.

The quarterback scores.

The bar explodes.

(written at Bar Louie's on Touhy)

Poem 3/1/12

A Small World

Enthralled with bonsai, mini-trees and forests

nested in a pot, abounding with illusion.

Engrossed by terrariums, diminutive landscapes

encased in glass, their sealed environs.

Enamored with haiku, miniscule poems

defined by form, rife with meaning.

Enchanted by alpine gardens, tiny meadows

perched on man-made mountains, wonderous patches of nature.

Mesmerized by netsuki, captivating carvings

functioned once as toggles for keeping boxes shut.

Overcome by suiseki, compact scenery in the rock

perched on a custom rosewood stand.

Envious of Alice who, after tumbling down the hole,

found a pill that enabled her to shrink.

Coming out of the closet as a poet

Today I decided to come out of the closet as a poet. I'd like to post a poem a day, if only a haiku.