Brighter Stars

Hopk wished for brighter stars,
Wished on them as they fell,
She caught them and she threw
Them back up with a spell,
Wished again as they flew
Away from her as well.

She poured sun into cups,
Sipped then sent them back up
To splash the flashing stars
With this one wish of hers.

She stirred storms in her pond
And with a silver wand
Sent skyward lightning bolts
To increase starry volts.

Hopk held court with the lords
Of fireflying hordes,
Gained their trust and their wings
And flew to her star kings.

Hopk wished for brighter stars,
She wished and worked and thought
On nothing else it seemed,
She’ll never be forgot
For she’s there in the gleam
Of every wished for watt.

Just a Scratch

Cess scratched himself
But before he could pout
Not blood but mud came rolling out.
This made him sweat
A treeful of sap
Which couldn’t help but make him fret.
In fact, it made him cry,
Honey spilled from greenest eyes.
Did his heart pump from puddles?
Had he grown roots and leaves?
Was his brain all full of bees?
Cess still worked fine.
He stopped cryin’,
Patched his scratch with sap
And sipped his self-made sweets.
This mud, too, was a treat,
He could make a gorgeous mess,
You can make anything from mud,
The proof was in young Cess.


I take my vitamins every day,
The best, the vital ones, I should say,
They’ll make me healthy and quite strong,
I forage for them all day long –

Reddish pebbles,
Sips from puddles,
A twist of bark,
A purple spark,
An old shoe sole,
What’s down this hole,
Pre-chewed gum,
Colorful scum,
This moldy dough,
A long lost toe,
Cigarette butts
And who-knows-whats.

I have to take my vitamins quick!
Because I always feel so sick.

Adventure Guide

Koospy was looking for Adventure.

He got up out of bed
Every single day and said
While peering out his window,
“I’ll start this day tomorrow.”
Instead of walking out his door
He’d wait maybe a moment more,
Or a month, or a life, or, or, or,
He’d best get back to bed before
He couldn’t anymore.

So when he woke
Somehow his window broke.
I shredded to threads
That comfy bed,
Knocked down his door
In one quick stroke,
His whole house went up in smoke!
Koospy said as he departed,
“At long last it’s finally started.”

I call myself Adventure
And I’m an ornery cuss.
Right now’s the only moment,
I’ll find you if I must.

High Water

The ship was built with planks of ice
So it’s no different from the sea,
Plank on plank of glaciers sliced
To raise a craft same as the sea,
To raise a craft as leaf to tree,
To better know the oversea.

Its sails were storms that whipped and wailed,
No doldrums deadened life on deck,
It caught its wind and on it sailed,
Beneath a blue flag unbedecked,
Beneath a saintly fire she trekked
Above so many other wrecks.

Whatever treasure she might hold
Is not worth the debt you’d owe,
Yet many come for unknown gold,
They let their mighty cannons go,
All shoot high when they should shoot low
And the sea swallows them all whole.

Forget forgiveness if you sink
At the wish of an angered sea,
Dive deep and deeply take the drink,
Serve your last master merrily,
Serve on the crew as leaf to tree
Beneath the blue flag of the sea.

All Things Leave a Ghost

All things leave a ghost
So I say why fear
When they are, at most,
Not all here.

Enjoy the ghost of rain
Without the wet,
Long fallen mountains
Still standing yet,
The first words you spoke,
Every nightly dream,
The moment you woke,
All else you deem
Unworthy of a memory
Goes on itself remembering.

So too this poem now passes on
To haunt as planned all along.