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Friday, December 2, 2016

Garden Loved Sestina

Garden Loved Winter Fruit


Day Linda writes zero degrees without attention.
Paul's silence saws in her spine as sinewy knife.
Despite prayers / absolution, superstitions grow.
Dig trenches for olive tree wind break in garden.
Does future Ouija press oil to help blisters heal?
"Do time in her wrinkles." says the cruel mirror.

Daybreak french braid tresses without mirror.
Sections combine, hold steady sans attention.
Sing over under ollie ollie return sunshine heal.
Sound echos pain rubber band clangs a knife.
Sage drys, aloe bubbles, salve in the garden.
Seeds of forget me nots barb sanguine grow.

Scorpion grass hitch hikes on souls to grow.
Don't turn your jaw, look upon a winter mirror.
Damn ghosts steal prism light in zen garden.
Done recalling Paul's text detailing attention.
Dead memory on dry hands balances a knife.
Dregs starved mud evaporate tears to heal.

Nights crack because grief therapy can't heal.
Tendril connection bind, cease mind to grow.
Terror think to escape the love of your knife.
Teach Linda to sway joy angle for the mirror
Talk kind, become: don't care girl; attention.
Taste chocolate tomatoes warm in our garden.

Bury our discarded fire ashes in the garden.
Broken urine combines with nitrogen to heal.
Behold: circumnutation coils for attention.
Bold Coral Bells Passion vine starts to grow.
Become Artesian well with citric acid in mirror.
Marigold pyretherum cores bugs with a knife.

They tell you its time to put down the knife..
They irrigate and pour clorimine on the garden.
To be you, ballgown gorgeous in that mirror.
Think about the steps the feet dance to heal.
Those corns, old blisters from work grow.
Touch her heart with listening attention.

Knife cuts out nonsense about attention
Garden winter fruit cures, not time to grow.
Mirror is mercury glass water logged to heal.

Caroline Gerardo
copyright December 2, 2016

Sunday, November 27, 2016


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That son drove miles home from college, as our advent returns.
Three on the tree, rust in cab, all weather tires drives us places.
Traditions change, first I'm not hosting holiday, bringing dishes.
The anticipation stirs a joyful; there's no Pinterest recipe for this.
To go ahead, look back, mountain lion mauled deer on the stones.
Thyme, sage, and basil  - smoke fills house - cause bees distress.
Table places set. No soot, no charcoal, no fire spark on wind pants.
Thanksgiving with other family moves away from  dis-functions. 
Talented sibling says: liar!  Where truck keys?  Escape bell rings.
 Through divorce struggle, insurance more than college payments.
Take off in open gown when radiologist sighs  before surgeries.
Tap clean windows for seashell echo of newsprint vinegar seas.
Tail of raven twitches on doe carcass, he knows where cabin lies.
Turn on mud flood road, skate to sanctuary for rare butterflies. 
Talents to ignore with silence, never show for its not anxieties.
Take lover who treats your core as not as chosen, not pretties.
To return after prison spell, dig up clover seeds in coffee cans.
Though means well, confess sins, forgot to cover mouse traps.
Those excuses...
Today start over, walk those open hearts.
These hands ready, Mailed blankets to Fort Yates.
Time to listen, hope and be kinder begins.
Thus prepare the robbed, shunned, and lonely for festivities. 
The list ahead is full of jobs, jot notes in the phone to pages.
The King comes.

Advent Poem
Copyright Caroline Gerardo November 27, 2016
Photograph I took at Flannery O'Conner's home

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Nighthawk Rodeo

Nighthawk Rodeo 

Talk negative multiplies 
ranch dogs escape midnight
Talk negative multiplies

moon works to break clouds 
Jefferson, a male, creates holes
 bull with a rope at his privates
 time for a party say the puppies
 escape artists have no worries
 boy's 12 gauge fire crackers
boots on for two step dances.

Talk negative multiplies
free ticket watch for coyote
Talk negative multiplies

jerky treats, not our dogs 
 I'm a Mom with kindness
come chase nighthawks
flashlights on hooting owls
no worry muddy pajamas
brave thunder silly hats
share joy seeps in souls.

Nighthawk Rodeo Poem
copyright Caroline Gerardo
November 20. 2016


Friday, November 18, 2016

Pyramid Mission

Pyramid Mission

deep breath 
find buried glove
Saint Anthony find this: 
gun, ammo, sling shot, arrows,
yew, buckeye, castor, thorn apple,
affordable armored S U V vehicles
wall footing four feet below sea level,
god we must have clean water or perish,
rain gutter, well, solar pump, aqueduct steal, 
goats, bees, chickens, big dogs, hoes, shovel, 
knives, Kerr jars, rat traps, peanut butter, seeds,
glue, fruit tree sapling cinnamon for root propagation,
storage tank, battery, do we care about USB connections?
Disposable cell to call Mom no wait she's here sick, I pray, add
cell patch, antibiotic, anti-inflammation, regenerate oxygen drugs,
fishing line, duct tape, razor blades, wide shoes, snake venom please
tunnel digging locks hide cache, praying skip loader doesn't go to mass,
pyramid of concrete blocks to weather storms hiding gallon cans of peaches
Did I forget to pray Saint Anthony? Please find list of supplies and keys to Canada

Pyramid Mission Poem
Caroline Gerardo copyright November 16, 2016

Saturday, November 12, 2016



Name Steve Poem

I doctored in
 heat of summer.
Deep soak nights,
mound compost
wide as canopy
pray Santa
Ana storm
don't strip
last leaves.
Saint Ann, mother of Mary, hinted in the Qur'an, unnamed in the New Testament. 
Devil winds call Grandmother. Tree lost everything. Naked stands fifty feet offering
branch for Screech Owl Nanna to wait. Nanna perches in the rung near my window. 
Frame cracked open, her call wakens. That song welcomes. Less work for me.
The owl box dropped from a brittle branch. Please help me carry it up the
 lodge pole pine shading the chicken coop.
Wooden box weighs sixty pounds,
 hung in the ash tree,
 falling into sea, 
fear stops me
fixing this
project alone. 
Mistletoe lasts,
enormous tear drop 
on bald charcoal lines.
Up on the extended ladder 
it becomes Christmas decoration. 
Recall the  glitter ball from 2014?
This ornament with one use life.
Nature unsaved in plastic for a year.
Tissue paper doesn't protect the past.

chicken is
Name Steve (her name,
hid in a box for bought for office move) struggles.
Inspiration from cardboard printed with name______   location______.
Brown crepe wrapped Steve's belongings. Name Steve treated unjustly.
go sans
Boost diet
 protein grow
- she screams
for siblings. 

birds play:
crowds of jays, 
Costa hummingbirds. 
Rhythms of needs simple. 
Insurance, payments for college
and snow tires do not worry them. 
Care for young, find seeds and water. 
Fear arrives and flies in the hot breeze. 
Wheelbarrow chips in the cool morning. 
Maybe go to Rancho Santa Ana Gardens,
hike the Morgan Trail, or finish paintings?
Days soar

Caroline Gerardo Copyright November 12 2016
Name Steve Poem