Condor

Standing on Navajo Bridge

I see two condors

on the cliff face they look small

great wings tucked and resting

Colorado River moves below

takes rafters through the Grand Canyon

hoping to see a condor

maybe a peregrine falcon

Our guide tells of the time

high on the rock ledge

temperatures so hot

fledglings died in their nest

Still I want to see a condor take flight

I want to watch it soar

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Nesting condors have been observed at Zion National Park and I am hoping that global warming doesn’t push them out of their nests too early. https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-9814501/amp/Two-critically-endangered-California-condors-spotted-near-Zion-National-Park.html

Condor

Staying Alive

Licking the batter bowl

mother didn’t know that it could kill us

sweet sugar egg flour

on our tongues

now verboten

she didn’t know those little pet turtles

(the ones in their plastic island paradise)

with salmonella all over their tiny prickly feet

could kill us

now verboten

mother didn’t know that our cotton pajamas

could kill us

when we fell into the fire

now verboten

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Dutch word verboten has such a nice sound to it. Verboten is German, verbose Afrikaans

Staying Alive

When life is a question does anybody have an answer?

(When life is a question does anybody have an answer?)

What am I going to do with my life? he asks

Can you really answer that? she responds

Why can’t I just get on with my life?

What kind of a life do you want to get on with?

Can we take this in another direction?

What direction do you want to go?

Can I consider space?

Is space what you want to do with your life?

Can I be buried in space?

To be jettisoned into the universe?

Why not?

Do you want your body to expand twice its size?

That’s what would happen?

Can you see yourself frozen in space for millions of years?

What if I’m close to a star?

Do you want to burn to a crisp?

Why are you asking all these questions?

Do you really want an answer?

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NaPoWriMo Day 28 prompt to write a poem of questions.

When life is a question does anybody have an answer?

Then and Now

Danaides

condemned to severe punishment in hell

compelled to fill with water

a vessel full of holes

water runs out as soon as poured in

their labor was infinite

punishment eternal

Sisyphus

tried to cheat death

carries a perpetual boulder

up the hill to see it roll back down again

Now the multiverse

peering into the unseen

universe beyond universe

endless explanations

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NaPiWriMo Day 12 prompt on past and future based on two dictionaries Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction

Then and Now

Burial

  

Although I am gone I see you there

so nice how you gathered flowers while I

(below in my coffin)

smiled the mortician’s smile

and watched as each of you

placed a rose upon the lid

before I was lowered into the earth

Now I would rather be placed

in a tree pod

my decomposition 

feeding a fig tree

(remember the one 

on the south side of the house)

you can eat my figs

There is sorrow in that

I would have to die twice

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NaPoWriMo Day 8 — writing from the POV of a dead person.  Photo of an ancient burial urn taken at Muséo Archeologico Regionale Paolo Orsi in Syracuse, Sicily

Burial

Bound

“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath

Deeper are the diphthongs

So bound

Neither the o or the u can rise

In their own sound

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dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.

Bound