Poetrepository: March 2013

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Hyacinth Pulls the Covers Over Her Head

and Goes Back to Sleep

The cues of light are right:

half day, half night.

But it's too cold to be bold:

to open, unfold.

Spring delights?

I withhold.

SEARCH ENGINE BLUES

It seemed like a valid request.

My computer didn’t agree.

Its cold, inhuman glare

left no uncertainty:

there would be no cooperation,

no figures and nary a fact.

In an ironic change of conditions

I was the one getting hacked.

THE DANCE OF LIFE

Oak,

not mobile,

chaperones,

roots tapping

the season's

beat.