Valentine for Clint


Backyard Musical

Banging top of pot and pan
Bash and beat of wooden spoon
Baby bleats a backyard tune
Bouncy bottom as he croons
Bold and blatant game he plays
Bounty of his diaper days:
Bass guitar, he, blossomed, stays.

(form: Pleiades)

(As a toddler, he entertained himself in the backyard for hours banging on metal garbage can tops and pie pans)

Last Valentine

original fabric figure designed by Jacqueline casey
Original fabric figure designed and photographed by Jacqueline Casey.


Last Valentine

I send a single, silken note with lace.

My whispered chant of love an offering here.

My pen now bends upon the parchment face;

my pause with solemn thought as in a prayer.

I halt and scratch the surface of a dream;

seems all my sense now frail with disbelief.

There is no logic to the shattered theme.

Some impulse guides the hopeless heart bereaved.

Still, quiet churns that inner voice for you

just as the rain will drop to bend the leaf;

just as the white-out turns my heart slate blue,

I am a part of universal grief.

The world will not forget you, Valentine,

so long as I remember you, sublime.