beach art and poetry

Readers may remember the century plant that i've been so obsessed with. i wrote a poem about it back in August and now the poem has become part of the plants reality. The century plant is breeding. It is dropping little plantlets all over and i've been picking them up and planting them along the road. i'm wondering if the progeny from this plant will also curve in the same spectacular way the mothership did.

the plant of the century

Asymetrical
wandering curve blew
my territorial reserve

sun abandoned and
overthrew the reflection
of a faded view

in this century of mine
a stalk eclipsed
and hid my mind

snakes and dragons and
curlicues, C's and S's
and pictures too

all of these can
now be found at the
plant of the century's breeding ground.

Gardening is not my forte as a result this poem was written after a day in the yard.

a day in the garden

stinging nettle
pulling weeds
trimming bushes
planting seeds
cleaning up
the bougainvillea
wiping down
the blood
i leave here.

With the market meltdown i needed a quick guide to understanding what was happening. i consulted with a family member took notes and this poem is the result of that conversation.

a field guide to fluff

derivatives,
structured investments
linked to
other securities
or
commodities.

vehicles
of paper
endowed
with inestimable
value.

fueling our economy with fluff.

These next two i wrote yesterday. The pictures on the beach are from yesterday too.

a question

sneezing waves
and their droplets
mingling in the air.

curious friends
and their questions
heard in the distance.

Are you meditating?

No, I'm searching.


the Oystercatchers

life happened instead of
drifting away
on an indirect course.

for the time being
wandering the beach
days aren't canceled.

they didn't come,
i searched
and they refused to appear

but all manner of other things happened instead.