Thursday, November 23, 2017

Ponies Poem


Scrub the Kerr jar of
 canned tomato, basil  
sunshine sauce from 
heirloom varieties— 
Cherokee Chocolate
Anna Russian, 
Emerald Giant
Kelloggs Breakfast
And Mortgage Lifter
the seedling M C Boyle
created, paid his house
off in full with the spell. 

Save the water of
fire hydrant carried
by Phil yes fill er up
with clean city— 
drips not the ecoli
from opal mining
 and old timers who
buried trash cars, 
whole rusted roofs, 
creosote railroad ties,
and shit contaminates,
into the meadow well.

Sing to the horses
imported from Iceland
rare breed of steppe pony
dance the O circus— 
oh no, too cruel to write
feed  pets  non- GMO  
organic yeast not like bread
fresh cut alfalfa still green
omega 3 for inflammation
chia and sunflower seeds,
 blush rose hips, red clover,
and dandelion leaves.
 In the barn they dwell.

See the Kerr jar 
washed by waterfall 
turn  kaleidoscope
for it's treasure— 
boiled water for tea
held gooseberry jam,
expressed milk for babies,
 and a tadpole or turtle.
Bleached by the moon,
protected copper fireflies
blows a crack in my hand.
Blood swirls a carmel spell.




Ponies Poem

Happy Thanksgiving









Caroline Gerardo Copyright November 23, 2017 all rights reserved
images from Iceland trip

Monday, November 20, 2017

Judge Me


 judge me
with iridescent wings 
waterproof fur
webbed paddles
 wild claws
whistle laugh
wise memory
judge me
who are you
weighty man
with excuses
to
judge me


Caroline Gerardo poem November 20, 2017 © copyright

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Ranch Life Sonnet




ranch life
cowgirl pokes sepia fire under Wolf Moon
evergreen scrub land dulls coyotes croon
save ash it's useful for compost and soap
up at dawn another mouse in the trap
no corrupt cop plants cocaine in a pack
smoking winchester rifle has my back
animal  hierarchies, strong is fair
men destroy the last acres of free air
ranch life
bleach the barn to kill rust carrying mites
in mourning solar dulls without the lights 
save hard earned money government will tax
kill all thieving evil with a broad axe



copyright November 18 2017  Caroline Gerardo

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Letter to Son At College




My Dear Son:

While you are away at college this year is challenging. You experience financial and emotional loss. Thefts of laptops, phone, engineering calculators and broken car windows during midterms cause frustration. You survive missing friends and girlfriend breakups. Living with a crowd of entitled kids is a mess.
All loss of stuff – can be fixed.


I struggle with three jobs. Writing is solitary, mortgage banking is brutal and cleaning up neighbor’s ranch is exercise but wearing on the joints. I work to pay for your college for you to avoid the yoke of student loans. I’m disappointed you won’t be home for Thanksgiving, but understand. You’re a grown man. Consider the choices of your future.



My advice:
  • Make backups of your college data work on the laptop – google docs, apple, AND a memory stick.
  • Work harder at school. If an assignment requires two hours labor, give it six.
  • Earn a voice in the classroom as the most caring student.
  • Review where you park –the car break, the hit and run, and the smashing in of the trunk are events related to location. Your college town is not safe.  Drug people, thieves and the desperate continue to wreak havoc. Park in well lit areas. When going to your car at night it is great to carry that cane, be aware of unusual action around you. I texted you the auto place that can add a louder alarm. Drop the car off, use our joint account.
  • Lock your doors. Lock your room door. Don’t leave the new laptop in the trunk.
  • Take a few moments before you react to problems.
  • Smile and make friends on campus.
  • Be a helper.
  • Thank God often.
  • Rather than ask “what’s in it for me?” Stand up to serve.

You have the tools to find your joy. Some days will be bad, some not much happens; but work with clarity and when you do your best, feel good. I love you.
With all my heart,

Mom
copyright November 15, 2017



Monday, November 13, 2017

Sea Lions


Sea 
Lions
poem in 
progress
they speak
they walk on land
they have flap ears
they talk very loud 
they have big family 
they enjoy the relatives, 
they like some, some not
they sunbathe and take naps
they gossip about nosy seals 
they have a harem of lion girls
they slow heart rate when diving
they are losing pups to lack of food
they can't handle warmer waters 
they eat clean fish to survive 
they swim 25 miles an hour
they need our support
they can't ask for it
they want love
they speak
they need
they love
sea lions
don't 
recite 
poems




©
Caroline Gerardo
November 13, 2017 copyright