My Garden Splendor

My Garden Splendor

black tipped golden wings

just a fluttering summer

spontaneous dinner guest

spending a fleeting moment

sipping on nectar soup

the blue plate special

from a salmon pink zinnia

in my garden of splendor

to which I find myself

honored to have her

as my dinner guest.

—©g.a.meeder, 2020®

My Garden Splendor—©g.a.meeder, 2020®

Where Is Our Leader?

Where Is Our Leader?

Sitting in a bunker
upon his golden shitter
furiously typing out
nasties on twitter
inside the whitest house ever
built on the backs
of those he looks
upon as squatters
scared like the bigliest
white granddragon rat
of an ever growing
white supremacy litter.

—©g.a.meeder, 2020®

 

 

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Pearls of Wisdom

“We must allow one another to find hope wherever they can find it. Lest we become hypocritical thieves who will bear the burden
of dimming their light.”

——©g.a.meeder, 2020®

On the Nature Of Daylight
Max Richter

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

nestled between two lofty pines

lay red and white

black and white

brown and tan

rump roast beauty queens

snorting sharp wisps

of white winter breath

an impestuous rooster’s cacklings

interjects background noise

as the six cow pile up on pasture hill

doesn’t budge an inch

resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps

that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes

but by late afternoon’s fading sun

will become a mulled over snack

my ladies of leisure

just below my kitchen window

out beyond the clothesline

brings about a stark admission

of just how much

I had come to miss this…

–©g.a.meeder, 2020®

 

Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:

“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”

 

 

Cut off one’s nose to spite his face

Cut off one’s nose to spite his face

from day one it went
from bad to worse unfiltered
thoughts rolled off
his tongue
without one thought given to
how he’d expose his own con

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

in the crisp twilight air

with baton directive

not just from any maestro

but the silver quartered moon

the choir begins

a frenzy of chatter

chirping in staccatto

as the heat of humidity

during the day’s peak

of sun’s brutal glare

had kept them from sharing

all the latest tidbits of gossip

dashing here, there,

darting everywhere

no time! no time!

must feed hungry beaks

no time! no time!

so under starry skies

we shall now tweet

they reach fever pitch

twittering one over another

tittle tattlers in surround sound

sing song to get a

chirrup in edgewise

oh musical wonders

oblivious that any soul

could be listening in.

Oh, but we are,

along with so many others!

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

 

 

Symphony at Dusk

 

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Symphony at Dusk, —©g.a.meeder, 2019® 

                                                               Symphony at Dusk

the sun lays her head

upon broad earthly shoulders

as the night maestro

ushers in the starry notes

grazioso for our eyes

 —©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

For John Coyote with love & respect

for understanding. 

May you find your peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Letdown

 

Letdown

i watched from afar

as your disease knocked the wind

out of your sails

in angst I secretly prayed

that there would be

a god to heal you.

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

 

 

Sun Shines So Pretty

Sun Shines So Pretty

winter layers us

in white diamond dust

the earth rotates on

her axis seasonally

stirring all things up

finding us here

in this moment

of discovery

that when the sun

shines so pretty it hurt

reminding us that

missing you

would hurt this much?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

Dawn of Truth

Dawn of Truth

The splish splash lull of soapy dishwater

pulled her in as her sponge

spun around the bowl’s rim

two small business setbacks

and all those dishes she’d scrubbed

through thick and thin

pondering why is life always sink or swim?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®