MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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gold leaf

oak prodded brilliant

by naughty morning sun

frenzied in november gusts

skitters aureate flakes

o’er green grass

to tangle amid stark brown stalks

of queen anne’s lace


wind-whipped, ecstatic in yellow joy

oak sees me watching

she shimmers, pausing

as though finally grasping

how many of her leaves

she has scattered underfoot in her

passionate autumn orgy


stripped, near-naked limbs curl close

conspiratorial morning sun

blushes behind a cloud

bare-branched, oak cringes until

randy wind gusts frolic

the golden celebration

into the face of her accuser

mjNordgren 11/19/14  FG


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tiny ‘monster’ surviving

tumultuous storms

and seething tide

anchored by prehensile tail

to estuary sea grass

in nearly every ocean


others cling, blending with the color

of living coral, hiding from prey

and seeking even tinier crustaceans

to click-slurp from crevasses

noisily sucking up meals through

tube=like mouths


the tale of generations depends

on those agile tails entwining as female

deposits eggs in male’s brood pouch

he carries to term and gives birth

more than a hundred wee strange fish

‘monsters’ we’ve named sea horses