MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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wild mane and heaping
crest of oregon
stallion wave

eerie rims of mare’s
frightened eyes

flashing, too-bright teeth
of used car salesman
“trust me”

billowing cloud
rimmed in gray
roiling toward a storm

ash of what-were homes
no longer paradise

brilliant bald eagle
atop fluttering oak
sloughing off its gold


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stone moon eclipse

seven october of the fourteenth year
into the twenty-first century
moon full
of cheese, and self
brilliantly shimmering earth
in doubly reflected light
unreflective of its own veiling
fate soon to befall

eight october, earth’s midnight
though irrelevant to the stars
alerts men to the need to watch
the hour is come
signifying passing
of celestial ships in the night
predictable; calculated
yet dogs whimper
coyotes, jaws red, pause, uneasy

moonlight dwindles in hours
through phases of the moon
from full to brilliant sliver
face tan, then beige
darkening to faint, earthy brown
tinged ruddy like mississippi mud
lithified by eons without water
stone moon eerie
in wisp-clouded sky

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she watched her husband shuffle
from one farm chore to the next
with no sign of emotion
neither smile nor frown
neither snarl nor laughter
nor complaint
at the death of their daughter
he’d withered like autumn leaves
cut off from what
had sustained them
in the spring
he neither stirred
nor blossomed

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between summer and fall

mellowing, softening
its hard edges of
intense, direct sunlight
colors richer, warmer
even in the cooler air
no longer bleached out
but summer glare
seem glowing from within
rather than stabbing with
reflected brilliance
of an overwhelming sol
reds and oranges burnished
no long too-bright
yellows and whites
i can open my eyes
lower a protective hand
peer now, rather than squint
see, rather than
seek shade
autumn allows me
to stand, to bend, to move
about in my world
no longer needing
to hide in shadows
from a truth
i cannot face