The Moon Breaks The Mist

February 15, 2015

The Moon Breaks The Mist


The moon breaks the mist reveals my  heartache

In  shadows  cast  on  the  barren  landscape

A sere fog encroaches  to   overtake

each  faltered  step   as  I  try   to   escape


The  sage  glow  that  illuminates my soul

Pulls  haunting  memories  deep   from   long   past

each   furrow  reveals the  lines  of my scroll

each   plowed  choice   to  tear  and  tear  and   gash


Desolate  sentinels  stand  tall  and   bleak

watch  the dawns awareness  as  it engulfs

Gentles the iron  bleakness  I  may   seek

In  its   onset  the  nature  of  myself


Peace arrives in the char of the moons flare

New days and second chances become clear


(clarice) 02/15/2015


This sonnet written for Lady Di

Samuel Smyth Had Returned to Fight

December 13, 2014

Samuel Smyth Had Returned to Fight

A whiskered screech owl kept watch all through the night
Oer the man’s battled skirmish sleep
His now grown Samuel Smyth had returned to fight
No longer a’chicken-rat’ fleeing like a cowardly sheep
He’d cast away his ‘skunk-bit’ conscience
Come back to avenge Pa’s backwoods malevolence
Just as mornings rosey hews broke softly through the trees
The wizened owl shook feathered wings
Announced the days life with a raspy Tuh whoo, Tuh whee
Stirring Samuel to arise from his woeful fog slings

An orioles sweet warble sang glad tidings
Nearby in brambled thicket a liver spotted fawn lay hiding
Thirsting the milk coming with his mothers arrival
The forest fairly teemed with awesome beauty
Concealing its inhabitants fight for daily survival
An illusion he compared to his rag compelled duty
He tread Scarlet-eggs pondering the task set afore him
Like a stream always runs in a southerly direction
He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
His paw would a not changed nary a bit
And like all God’s creatures he drew forth his wit

He thought of Ma in a frayed and patched rag of a dress
Struggling to keep a smile in place
Amidst Pa’s daily misery doled bruises and stress
And fair flower Sissy of rosey cheeks and dew fresh face
Deflowered in her first season by that ‘No Count’ varmint
He wanted freedom for ma and her doe eyed daughter
Each forced to carry daily a load of drudgery’s torment
Whilst a fretting the nightmares of each day after
They’s each knew fer sure he’d come home rabid
No living thing was safe when Pa waz drink addled

His pa he minded is the orneriest man ever be
He’d wrestle a bear just cause he could
Charge the Pine Hollows Tavern;looking would he
To battle six good mountain men like they waz sticks o wood
Pa stood six foot four, grizzled and seasoned with pure mean
His loves moonshine, hounds and a lay’n up, his ever scene
He cussed the preacher man with vehemence
Women folk were the bottom of his bucket
He shivered just studying on each remembrance
His Pa still sent yellow dog fleas scratch’n his basket

Tuck’n his thoughts under his straw hat
He gazed out across the beauty of the mountain*
Prickles of fear showed quail as he fought for grit
Even the flowers, insects and trees seemed to ken
Today waz fix-in to be a showdown twixt he and him
He’d left home beaten so badly he’d had to crawl
All the while knowing iffy he returned it’d be a brawl
One of them would be laid down in the lilies

Marching tall he walked the now quiet lull
To an old ramshackle cabin dying from neglect
It’s patched roof sloped catching hold to the mountain wall
The briar roses twining round keeping it barely intact
A mangy dog to lazy to stir slept sprawled on its porch
Just a thin wisp of smoke curled from the chimney stack
Giving notice that a body lived here and he couldn’t turn back
Up on the porch each step creaking with determination
Time seemed to shackle his progress to a stall
Gritting he entered to stop dead in his tracks at what he saw

The giant man of his nightmares was no longer there
In his stead a skeleton, with sunken eyes and molty hair
Lying moldered in his own vermin
He gazed at Samuel and slowly grinned
“Came back to see me did ya?”
“I’m dying now, as you can see.”,
He grinned and laughed satanical, and drank a dram of dew
And Samuel’s slow burn crawling up his shaking spine
Disappeared as that old man coughed mold-green spew
The once chicken-rat turned and left his nightmare behind

(clarice) 03/13/2011

Natures Dance

November 18, 2014

Natures Dance

Natures Dance


How often has Natures Dance opened with clouds

of lace tatted fairies

Swiveling gliding downward to the globe.

Spreading feathery flakes of white cheer on all below.

That first welcome sign of winters pleasure.

When equinox has not yet entered its  bitter weather .


We relax and dream of marshmallow days

Currier and Ives out the picture window

A cup of joe and toasty fire all aglow

While dog and cat share

Hearth and warmth before the blazing flare

All too soon father time will chime


The fierce winds will blow out of the north

Their battle cry. unfurling blizzard devastation.

And we’ll huddle close through the squalling desolation

Awake to a glittering panorama

Of diamond shards icing its glass frosting

Across the landscape without ceasing


And perhaps aurora boreala will be bye

Shimmering jeweled ribbons across the sky

Candy pinks, radiant blues, and sabine green

Carrying lace tatted fairies dancing on high

To Jack Frosts winter crinkle melody

While below the colors dance playful revelry


And we dream of happy days to hibernate

Within our bundled homes as Winter migrates

Into every nook and corner of our world

With its feathery snows, marshmallow days

Blizzards, iced diamond frosting and jewel ribbons

We leave its crescendoing chills outside our abodes


(clarice) 11/17/2014

Time Is Ticking

November 9, 2014

Time Is Ticking -Hebrides Moon’s fifth poetry challenge….Etheree

                        Time Is Ticking

Tick tick tick the genie races like grease lighting

     His shadow cast along the trail he travels

           Neither rain nor wind can stop him

                The edict gave him little time

                    His date with destiny lies

                      past the open stargate

                             time is ticking

                           must not be late

                            the feast waits




                             deli meats

                     a true gourmet feast

                       nothing parallels

              ennui be damned he has this

       the words still ringing in his thoughts

   Why why why your  unrequited critique sir

      your review of  my four star restaurant

Is the only way to keep you out of your Jinn bottle
                      (clarice) 11/08/20l4

Hebrides Moon’s fifth poetry challenge….Etheree


Use any or all words in the list in your creations
unrequited / wine / words / past / shadow / parallel /genie / lightning / ennui / race
Glass Etheree


Unrequited love cries

      For words to comfort it

   Wine to drown its sorrows

    Awaiting lightnings strike

     To erase cruelties blow

       Deaden the past fire





              true love   

            once again     
(clarice) 11/08/2014

Where Did The Day Go

November 7, 2014

Where Did The Day Go


Tired and hungry, struggling in the heat of exhaustion

Awaiting the team that would soon pass by

To carry me and my co-workers to a new destination

Where the long rows of berries lie

Just turning with the ripe plumpness of Natures success

And we will again bend our backs

Lean into the black dirt to harvest each from its nest

Under the hot fire burning leather our skin with blister packs

Sucking the air, draining the moisture with unrelenting torture

All for two bits a crate, grumbles from the foreman

That our quotient isn’t being met for working in this scorcher

But the end of the next stop beckons

A short break under the wagon and two lard smothered rolls

Someone will break out his harmonica

And the music will play to brighten our souls

And continue our task to fill the daily challenge

We wipe the sweat from our brows while waving goodbye

While wondering where did the day go

(clarice) 11/07.2014

Eve Sculpted Chalice

October 30, 2014

Eve Sculpted Chalice

I am fire, I am air
Eve sculpted chalice
Artistry encrusted in celestial jewels
An intoxicating espial beguiling for eternity
In every morning light I dazzle
In the beaming rays of the sun’s journey
Upwards into heaven’s azure skies
My globe refracts a prisms spectrum
Playing gently in morning breeze
Before watering my thirsty host
I am every dew drop
That welcomes in the morning air

(clarice) 10/29/2014

On the Streets of New York

September 8, 2014

On the Streets of New York

I tried to remember how once long ago
On the streets of New York we sang and danced
Our stocky heels tapped over a million little bricks
Eastside Westside with happy exuberance
We did the E Street Shuffle up and down the brick lanes
It was a walk on the wild side of our youth

Now nothing remains as I travel the city
Its a Sesame Street carnival long in the tooth
Many streets turned into vistas of crime and decay
A bag lady in the ghetto walks layer burdened
Avoids the just arrived sisters new to street ways
She keeps on walking her possessions

This is positively 4th Street but I don’t know it
One would have to be color blind
Or dreaming of being on Broadway in a skit
Evil and goodness merge in its gardens
The sights and the sounds are familiar
Till you look closer as day’s safety melts into peril

I find when walking in Queens its even bigger
Bridges connect the Borough’s many sites
Every race, color and creed live and breath here
Animation zests to carry on the traditions
We once so gaily danced with joie de vivre
If only the valley of the dolls weren’t also here

With a sigh I note Yesterday is but today’s memory,
As I long for a little taste of that careless dance
Say goodbye yellow brick road vacantly empty
Realizing that even when the cold rain falls
On pleasures of the id we can purchase hope
and tomorrow is today’s dream for the future

(clarice) 09/07/2014

Bread, Politics and Toil

September 3, 2014

Bread, Politics and Toil
Workaday toiler circles endlessly
In perpetual diligence till night descends
His world determined in political arenas 
Slight of speech, spinning discord and toxic ambrosias
Promises lost to hard fought revolution
Bleak skeletons hoeing scraps of dignity
Under laughing eyes of greed’s compensation
Greeting perpetuities golden mourning orb

(clarice) 09/02/2014

Just Another Full Moon

August 16, 2014

Just Another Full Moon
5 minute write
Suggested by Peter Doyle

Night winds caressed the earth lifting leaves to tickle and tease
Round and about her slight frame
Holding her close, the wind sent a desperate lovers call on the breeze
Hurry hurry it cried, my plight is nearer and nearer the flame
Extinction abides with the waning night and the devils hand
Send me an angel to remove all sorrows and cleanse my heart
That I may find true love in the light of the milky star band
Playing a dance across the heavens in this gloom filled dark
That lays its shadows and darts on my broken spirit
All heaven responded, how could it not to that desperate cry
The cry heard round the earth opened their hearts into song
Golden wings fluttered arose and as one they did fly
To bring a lover to appease and heal the lonely one
No longer the night just another full moon for shedding tears

(clarice) 08/16/2014

Mood Indigo

August 12, 2014

Mood Indigo

Mood Indigo spiraling insanity lost in limbo

He took a long drink of the blues

Drafted a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

A diving rhapsody  bruised, confused from her news


  Mr Tumble` Our time is up

   I Heard it Through the Grapevine

   Bout you ! Chasin’ the bird, dancin’ in her lovin’ cup

   Gropin’ her jelly roll blues comparin’ dem to fine wine”

   “What am I? Your one o’clock jump

   Two humps of  a bit of chocolate flavor

   Before heading to that Birdland frump

   For a molly-pop jam session of sexual favors”

   “Oh I see-ees you up to no good

   No No No Stop! In the Name of Love

   It’ll be a long night in Tunisia ya rathood

   Before I’d ever call you my love”

Then his one true love walked her Bemsha Swing

Like seductive Paris sketches out of  “Cafe Le Dauphin”

Three musicians serenading that fine sweet-cup swing

The jazz trio unawares she was sending him to his coffin

He sat listening to the minstrels through the night

Their music art an allegro of Dixie blues

And as long as they want to play into the night

He’d float those St. Louis Blues on his misery cruise

Closing time.  Castigated Tumble stagger’d his blue funk hunk

To the slimy dock at the end of Cyan Rat Run

Stood in a blue haze neath the old devil moon blind drunk

Cried for his love and Spun once, than he was done

His courage came spiraling from the coronet

Crooning  a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

Of lost amour, and a sweet tush sashaying eloquent

And he headed for the bar on the corner and  Consuelo

(clarice) 08/11/2014