Caroline Gerardo : October 2017

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Happy Halloween

To lighten your heart for Halloween

I made a Gif of Chinelos dancers from the Festival in Santa Barbara

No poetry today.

A wish you will sing or dance or scare away the clowns

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Dust To Dust Poem

Hamburger Obituary

Dust to Dust Poem

This week two deaths, wait for the third,

thud it makes that drum ba dum bum ching sound,

bad timing humor hits me on the back side of the head.

For thirty years I assumed In and Out was expensive.

Never bought double double, bucks hamburger meat dread,

held a grudge because I blame them for my father’s early death.

Snuck greasy wrappers in the outside bins under grass clippings.

I’m no devout vegan, in and out of vegetarian; offer homemade

barbecue, and my diet opinions remain on a wind's silent breath.

Be polite, endure high cholesterol, drink your mojito, and smile.

Ear tagged cattle roam, luxury grazers on thousands of acres.

I ask on Instagram to name bobby calves and got snickers…

A calf lives carefree, except for howls of lard coyotes at night.

Spring ends, ship to Japan for Viagra sex power in this breed.

Last year, calf went down, that’s what the cowboys say, right.

Mamma cows, yes, a group of them, say shiva with the baby.

Injured or dead don’t leave one behind, may heaven comfort.

The bulls are kind, keep family that humans divorce, discard.
Ghusl washes like sunlight on a clothesline, to constellations.

Funerals make me nostalgic.

Old loves run my mind.

What did I do wrong?

When did you give me the crucifix?

When the gold clasp meets the cross:

time for a Hail Mary.

Vibhuti from the funeral on my face,

as the priest does on Ash Wednesday.
A haboob before white linen sheet.

Wipe off the dirt on my forehead?
No worry
I'm in Heaven
and soul full of grace,
can't wait to see you again.

Dust to Dust sticks to smoky tallow.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Those I Chose at the Lakes

Those I Chose

What Wildfire destroys, nature patches

First herbs, hickory, and oak of ashes

Oxidation burns revolves

Volatilization dissolves

Leaving vapor in drought

Sequoia seeds heat sprout

Those I Chose

Memoir of Loves might fail

Lies scurry under deep trail

Rest spins the wheel

Time does not heal

Sun howls, moon climbs

A witness to heart crimes

Those I Chose at the Lakes

to give time to grow

to love every

bit
I
do
it
go
again

Caroline Gerardo
Those I Chose Poem
poetry and images copyright
© October 16, 2017

Friday, October 13, 2017

Book Covers I love

Blue book splines

Jean Paul Grenwalt's company Book Arts

http://bookarts.us/AboutUs.html

Canadian BOOK binders

https://www.cbbag.ca/

JOHN PAUL GREENAWALT

Sunday, October 8, 2017

House Of Stone

House of Stone Poem

Arroyo toad snuck in nights.

Amphibian trying for days.

Art in screen porch orchids

at home late scurry freezes

a kit fox back for chickens?

another prowler in stables?

automatic mass weapons?

abandoned house of stones

accept still scorpion hides

all ur envy green is whites

As from tower waterfalls

and fear runs no oceans.

I'm not afraid of bears.

Lord wash all my sins.

Alzheimer memories

all toads in rat traps.

Notes about today's poem
Arroyo toads are endangered but there's a number of them on the ranch.
January's rain conjured their ancient eggs. They were active in spring,
our days are warm but they know it's fall. Nights grow longer, and
evening starts at 6:50 in town but 6:20 here as the mountain blocks the southern
sky. The toads hunt for a place to stay for the winter. In the summer one got caught
in a rat trap, daughter nursed his bum leg. Funny to care for all types of creatures
you will think.These toads are toxic to humans and animals, can cause death by touch.
He healed and released, haven't seen him since August; but a couple
of his girlfriends hop in the greenhouse/ screened porch at night.
Like you I saw the suffering in Vegas, my work organized a thank you
note program for first responders. If interested contact me. Thousands of people,
as Mr. Rogers might say if here, the helpers, saved lives need us to risk picking them up and
healing the poison.
Images are from my last trip to Iceland.
Much love and don't be afraid of the bump in the house.
A madman a terrorist checks into a hotel with a golf bag
of ammo and we mourn his mean acts.
I wont be stopped.
All rights reserved copyright © Caroline Gerardo October 7 2017