gossamer

Gossamer
5-8-16

Slavery the earth-born Cyclops
Fellow of the giant brood
I get my Papermate in the mood
She works for me on Mother's Day
This morning sunny and windy
Gossamer, delicate and tenuous
Finding a focus in my face
Soon I go home to my Grace
For rainbow halos
Like the angels wear
Another dim candle cruel but fair
O, sound that horn and spit out your scorn
A tippet for the shoulder
Soon I am one year wiser and older
She's tuckered out but not far from home
Gawky and ungainly
Happy Mother's Day
Angular, bony and lean
You know what I mean!




Weedy
5-8-16

Weedy, spindly and gawky am I
I don't want to tell another lie
In all angularity for echoes on the broad Everglades
O'er earth's chosen heroes
And God's supreme design for tippet and covering
And horrible calligraphy
I walk north in my shades for a casual viewing
Of people in their struggles
The rude grasp of the moment of truth
I join Mother for a lunch before I return
And God knows I have a lot to learn
As of fur with long ends
It all depends
At the chime of noon
I know I'll be home soon....