How cool is this!
New Year's Eve AND a blue moon!
Just in case it slipped your radar.
Happy New Year to You All.
Thursday 31st December 2009 6:15 pm
Like castanets his knees chattered together;
His skin grew veiny and glazed.
‘Oh, my cock! My cock!’
Cried the masturbating music master.
‘Only look at me with those enchanting eyes.’
And up and down he rubbed a silly little pretty
Pink penis peeking through the hole in his pants.
‘Only look at me with those beautiful lips
And I will come … I will come!’ cried the
Thursday 31st December 2009 4:06 pm
What do I want? What do I value?
What do you reject?
What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?
Whose do you ignore?
I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,
Or my actions.
You realize, of course, that you have fixed
The anomaly of your state:
You are trying very hard not to care;
But you do, ...
Thursday 24th December 2009 12:25 pm
Along the dark street the group moves sporadically -
talking earnestly together - gesticulating - laughing.
A wry comment bares bone.
Excited, I toss back my head,
Caught up in the argument, eager to temper the point.
The brilliant stars snap me off-guard.
Arrested, I pause, the rejoinder forgotten.
The stars are magnificent!
I have never seen so many - so close - so a...
Friday 18th December 2009 5:01 pm
The Christmas Tree
Queen of festivities, proudly she stands,
Glowing with glimmering shimmering strands,
Brilliant and beautiful, Belle of the Ball,
Bowed to, admired, and feted by all.
The night is for laughter,
The night is for song!
Let us Dance!
The old clock tolls midnight.
The music is sof...
Tuesday 15th December 2009 11:59 am
Letter in a Drawer
Into what impossible role have I forced you?
A creation of my own desires,
Unknown to you, unprovoked by you,
Existing only in my fantasy - unreal -
But not necessarily unsatisfying.
That so small a moment could evoke
So great a regard
So fervent a need
Is not your responsibility;
You did not seduce with vacuities
Too quickly ...
Tuesday 8th December 2009 1:26 pm
A Wonderful Day
One Saturday morning
When I was not that young
I woke to find icy rain sluicing down.
Through the steamy windows
The pelting clouds looked relentless.
Thunder grumbled in the trolls’ halls,
And I growled with sour temper.
‘Oh! What a rotten day!
I plopped on to my chair at the table
Without so much as ‘...
Monday 7th December 2009 7:52 pm
A Fly in the Butter
I love a word
Whose position can
Confound the sense
Of syntax plan
And leave a phrase
On its fine sound preening
Thursday 26th November 2009 5:51 pm
Girl in a Lake
on heavy eyes the full moon cast gilded shadows
swan path shafting seductive to the shore where
she dropped her clothes and entered liquid light
jewelled feet icy lustrous pale arms high uplifted
now wide eyes of unwavering clarity enraptured
dream-wooing dream-possessed she sank gleaming
to her knees in the bi...
Thursday 12th November 2009 11:48 am
Why do you stare at me so, little one?
What has your soul seen before it came to me,
that you should regard me so gravely?
I wonder where you have come from;
you watch me
with such distrust.
Within my arms you have not smiled, nor
glanced about disinterestedly...
Friday 23rd October 2009 9:11 pm
Thinking likely makes
more problems than it solves but,
if that is your bent,
know: the deeper the abyss
the higher the apogee.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Friday 16th October 2009 1:19 pm
Why do you lament, fair maiden?
I mourn the loss of my innocence, sir.
You have forfeited your chastity, my dear?
Ah, no, sir, that is of little importance to me.
What other innocence is there
To cause such grief, my child?
I can now see, sir.
The dead live all about me.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thursday 15th October 2009 11:56 am
Six-fifteen on a Rainy Evening
You turned -
In your nakedness
And the forest young mewled.
Earth cracked open
Casting up buried civilizations;
On your curving
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thursday 8th October 2009 10:56 am
At my auntie’s summer cottage
When the moon was black
The purple sky blazed with stars.
Star-gazing was a ritual.
‘Look!’ cried my aunt one night as we lay
On the cool stones by the lazy water,
‘There’s a falling star! And another!’
She gasped like a child in delight,
Pressing her fingers to her throat.
‘We must make a wish.’
Tuesday 6th October 2009 7:16 pm
Black paint splotched against the canvas:
Thick glistening globs
Stuck on red welter.
White goo spat from the flung brush.
Tuesday 29th September 2009 3:32 pm
The Rustle of Autumn
With fine dark limbs alluring shadows
Through the rags of sallow summer,
The shy trees
Are whispering restlessly,
The fretful winds of autumn
To strip away their shriveled leaves
And shower them dryly
Tuesday 15th September 2009 10:39 am
Three A.M. on an Old Computer
Instead of stars and ‘tygers bright’
A winking cursor’s burning right
Through my head,
Flashing - laughing in frenzied flight
Amuck in these cells of graphic site.
Will no one pity my manic plight?
And the computer obliged.
Oh, bloody hell! I was o...
Saturday 5th September 2009 5:11 pm
I wish I could read every book ever written
I spoke every language on earth
I lived everywhere at once
I could touch every living thing
as though I were every living ...
Wednesday 2nd September 2009 12:02 pm
After a Holiday Affair
God damn distance!
Hurl a mountain into the sun.
Swallow the sea.
Turn the earth inside out.
Stomp on clouds!
Kick the planets out of orbit -
Be cool, fool!
Smile, converse, concentrate.
Add a splurge of madness;
Subtract a little loyalty.
Balance the impossible.
Saturday 29th August 2009 5:07 pm
Do Not Lay the Burden
Do not lay the burden
of your happiness
that wild full flower
of unguarded content.
The power you give me
to use as I choose
will be remembered only
for its cruelty.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wednesday 26th August 2009 3:08 pm
Old Woman in a Corner
Heavy boots hammered down
The empty hallway.
Fists thundered on the wooden door,
And it fell back easily
In the sparse room
Three people sat at a plank table
Their veins rigid, blank eyes fixed
On the opening door.
In a corner of the cell
Crouched an old woman
Her warped spine braced against the wall....
Monday 17th August 2009 7:43 pm
Singing to Grandma’s House
Barreling down the dirt roads
To Grandma’s house was exciting!
Thumping up storms of dust
Under the wheels of the old grey sedan
That had to hold four kids in the back
All squashed and squabbly
Until Dad started to sing.
And our dad could sing!
He taught us the best songs ever.
We sang l...
Saturday 15th August 2009 7:34 pm
This month my body is tuned to the moon -
The tide of blood flowing hot and heavy
On the fullest night of the lunar cycle.
Under the brimming moon my loins grip,
Throwing out rich red tissue,
Sour membrane dark and odiferous.
The relief of the blood flush!
The tension in my womb!
Like an orgasm in limbo -
Never waxing - never waning.
Sunday 2nd August 2009 10:34 am
Last Night I Heard a Squawk
Last night I heard a squawk of death
From the tree outside my window
And I thought -
A pigeon in the fox's jaws.
But … can a fox reach a roosting pigeon?
Was the pigeon low in the shrubbery?
Must have been an owl.
A pigeon in an owl's claws
Gagging for life.
But … the screams were strangled abruptly....
Monday 27th July 2009 4:53 pm
My personal eulogy delivered at my mother's funeral some time ago. This explanation preceded the reading of the poem at my mother's funeral.
'In the closing hours of her illness, within her personal reality, my mother had a revelation about the meaning of life. She called me urgently to her bedside, clapping her hands and crying out joyfully: 'God is wonderful! I never underst...
Wednesday 22nd July 2009 2:24 pm
Be good to him;
Be sweet and tender and kind.
With his careless fumbling be patient.
His experience is academic.
All the books - titillating photos -
Sly whispers in the locker room -
Self exploration -
Are as nothing.
In the exposure of his true ignorance
He will be shy.
Use your expertise with judgment.
He will be as beautiful a love...
Monday 20th July 2009 8:18 pm
Martinis make me maudlin
Eager to capitulate
In ratio to alcohol
Deadly relaxation of
A martini is the meter
Of a classic schizophrenic
Laughing and weeping
Wednesday 15th July 2009 5:01 pm
Oh! Daughters, My Daughters
Oh! Daughters, my daughters,
See that old woman.
She moves through her life
Without any focus,
A shadow in clothes
No mind in her eye.
The fat silly dog
In her arms is her baby.
She buys for it steak
And feeds it by hand.
This isn’t the transience
Of illness or grief.
Defined by her family
She knows no...
Sunday 12th July 2009 7:35 pm
Letters and Chops
If a woman visits a gentleman friend
And finds on his obscenely cluttered
An open-faced letter
Which she herself wrote many weeks ago,
What is she to think?
Is it at his elbow for regular reference
With chops and chutney?
To muse over with a midnight brandy?
Or is it, in fact, simply
Of no more moment
Saturday 11th July 2009 4:02 pm
Many ways we
Are still the elephant
Tethered to a blade of grass with
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Saturday 4th July 2009 5:17 pm
‘With how sad steps, O Moon …’
Oh, author of such a line,
Do you watch me these hundreds of years hence
With kind eyes?
Where are the ages between the ancients and me?
Spirits are pacing the night.
And do they walk, too, on the moon,
Ballooning across its scarred face
In seven league boots
Mumbling folksy information
Wednesday 1st July 2009 6:54 pm
The Piano Concerto
the friend who perseveres
with words - weed - wine
and music -
the notes unfettered
flying across the ceiling
running up the walls and
swinging from the light fixtures
cascading over my consciousness
in a delirium of sound -
the melody was lost
each crystal note caught its own life
Saturday 27th June 2009 3:54 pm
Come, Run With Me
‘Come, run with me,’ I cried,
Extending my hand to a blue-eyed boy
Blond as flax weed full of sun.
Five little fingers slipped into mine,
Silken, warm and trusting.
The chain of infants grew on either side
As we trotted around the yard,
Giggling and puffing and pink.
One by one the children dropped away
And again I ran alone,
Friday 29th May 2009 8:51 pm
into the pool
of your mind
like a cut jewel
full of inner fire
Monday 25th May 2009 6:11 pm
into the morning’s droplet hours I danced
mesmerized by the flogging beat electric
colour strobing my brain through the pulsing
fog pungent with nicotine in a press of bladed
elbows and steel heels cadaverous eyes
obscenely painted purple lips pursed and
polished with sweat jerking around in the fumes
of stale beer and Prince Matchabelli I was...
Sunday 17th May 2009 1:34 pm
My heartbeats measure the night.
How many weeks now has sleep mocked me?
How many months?
Late in the breathing hours when
My blood’s rhythm drowns my mind,
When I softly touch oblivion -
My hands betray me.
Through my fingertips pulses
The feel of you;
My treacherous hands throb down your body
Until their aching need perva...
Friday 8th May 2009 4:49 pm