Thank you to editor Tara Wheeler for selecting my poem,“Trace,”for inclusion in Dust Poetry’sgorgeous Portrait issue. I’m particularly touched by Tara’s heartfelt message of appreciation for the poetry community in her editor’s notefor this issue. It means a great deal to me as a contributor to know how much the editor values the artists’ voices her publication represents. This is what it’s all about!
I’m also especially excited by the timing of this issue’s release, because it just so happens that I will be reading this poem to myhusband-to-bein our (socially distanced…) marriage ceremony TOMORROW, September 25, 2020!
In the Engineering Research Building the wall in his cubicle proudly donned a life-sized poster of Jean-Luc Picard
I hid the double-take (or, tried to); he later massaged the crick in my neck, a liberty allowed by a Liberal Artist donning naught above the waist but her bare pride…
Marriage of the proverbial hemispheres ensued.
2.Somehow, Swept Off My Feet
Though one task at hand must be completed, before you attempt (or become conscious of) the next, and I blaspheme those tinselly, emblematic bits of solder accumulating beneath our feet,
then breathe long sighs of relief when you finally sweep them into sparkly heaps and throw them away; I realize, too, that neither the privilege of living with an Engineer in his natural habitat, nor
my Work in Progress status, are honors bestowed frivolously.
Once, again, I’ve stepped into the Wayback Machine to retrieve these relics from the valley of yester-yore upon which the fuzzy fog of middle age has since permanently settled. Here’s to those things of beauty in our lives that never change!
Wishing all you poets and engineers, alike, out there a very happy Valentine’s Day!
Mike and I celebrated our 18th anniversary on January 23, 2016, but I thought this poem would make a great post for Valentine’s Day… The photo I’ve chosen to accompany my poem is of a bird I’m particularly in love with — he is a Cob named Bryn, and he is the devoted mate to a Pen, Wynn. They are a glorious pair whose annual brooding and chick rearing on the moat of Bishop’s Castle in Wells are meticulously covered by brilliant photographer, Will Glenn. In this shot, Bryn’s industrious foraging in support of his mate and their progeny is not only noble and adorable, but it reminds me of Mike’s constant efforts to be a nurturing, responsible husband and father, and ever-evolving human being, who inspires me in more ways than I could ever express!
To all you lovebirds out there:
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Photo by Will Glenn: EarthHart.deviantart.com
An engineer has just so much to say
With breath, enthusiasm, eye-contact—
And words seldom emerge in shades of gray,
But it’s your love that keeps my heart intact.
You’ve seen me at my worst and never balked,
You’ve seen me giving birth, begging for drugs,
Stood by when even I could not have talked,
And let me hide while you’ve dispatched gross bugs.
Your actions are a testament to Love
That has no need of meter, trope, or rhyme—
Lip-service, poets know, is not enough
To build a life that stands the test of time.
For eighteen years (and more!) I’ve loved you—that’s no bull!
I know I’m blessed to have a heart that feels so full!
Aaaand… one more, while we’re on the ShakespeareanLove Sonnet theme… I wrote this for my beloved husband just a couple of years back! Don’t mind the roadside warning graphics — they’re only ornamental!!
from Google Images
Your love once sent me flying to the moon,
But now I’ve landed solidly on ground.
Your jets at idle, I no longer swoon
From ventures superceding speed of sound!
You dress to go on your bi-monthly run;
I dress, if there’s somewhere I have to be.
Your eyes (do they still sparkle like the sun?),
Without my specs, my love, I cannot see.
No longer do I dream of bees or birds–
The hives are barren; nests have blown away:
Our teenagers now speak the “choicest” words,
For we are out of fertile things to say.
My love, though we have traveled beyond lust,
Jets may have cooled, but haven’t lost their thrust…