Everywhere ... so I hear
Mississippi . Colorado . Ogallala . Elsewhere . Undoubtedly
Yes. So many most folks.
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Portable Labyrinth
That one cannot tickle oneself
is among the things we
have been told
Lightly trace your hand
with your finger and
see for yourself
Top
Bottom
In between
Take
Your
Time
…
© David L White
May 30, 2026
Saturday Poem
Poems Late May 2026 Richard popped to mind. Brautigan. The poet to whom I dedicate my poem titled: Suicide as Mentor, which I had trouble writing and spoke aloud to George one day, and he said: “There it is.” while no one was recording. Loading mercury with a pitchfork. your truck is almost full. The neighbors take a certain pride in you. They stand around watching. Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork by Richard Brautigan ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Need I Mention the Clouds? Sun beams dappling in light breeze between the limbs of the ornamental crab and folds of the living room drapery moving gently, too. It’s Wisconsin, nearly June, and the forced air furnace still runs. It’s a reflective moment where I may see myself blinking in the light. Twinkling sometimes I like to say. Need I mention the clouds? … © David L White May 21, 2026 6:14 am ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sequined Thermometer Tuxedo The title of this poem was the line that got me out of bed after midnight. I knew it would not keep until sunrise. I was thinking about the suicide poem and you asked me was I that. And I said no. And what I envisioned was the pot of water and the stove top frog. Not yet might be a more honest estimation. And then the line: sequined thermometer tuxedo. That’s why I got out of bed. Funny, what wakes us up. … © David L White May 22, 2026 12:23 am Poem ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sandwiches Afterwards I was killed to death once and my spirit left very hungry. I flew off to the Limbo Bakery to pick up two cake donuts with chocolate icing, a still warm loaf of ghost, and a half pound each of America Cheese and shaved ham. I came right back with this impromptu picnic and helped the woman trying to hide my body. We tried. Really. “Wipe that smile off the dead man’s face. He’s got chocolate frosting on his lips.” I forgot to get the ghost loaf sliced. So much for sandwiches afterwards. … Copyright David White May 22, 2026 1:07 AM Poem We might think to work some toast in here. Back to the slicer we go. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Special Occasions Dear Judy, I wanted to thank you for that rhubarb kuchen. I say kuchen because I may not know better, but it was very good. Also, I do remember seeing your name on a bottle of homemade blackberry liqueur at Tom’s picnic the other night. That reminded me to thank you for the two bottles of wine that you and your husband gave us years and years ago. Sorry we didn’t return the bottles. They still sit upright in the pantry uncorked, unopened, and … probably spoiled from poor storage. We are waiting for a special occasion. Sorry. And lest you feel uniquely slighted, yours are not the only unopened gifts. One of our wedding gifts, nearing 38 years ago now, was a couple of lovely margarita glasses with a bag of mix and perhaps a bottle. Who remembers now? I could go check … almost mint in box. I did peek and … I can almost see it from here. Still unopened. Waiting for that special occasion. … Copyright David L White May 22, 2026 1:36 AM Poem ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ What Washes Up What washes up on shore but endless pockets of pearlescent sea glass and a tiki . doll . head . necklace . made of sycamore driftwood, drifted so long that the nose is flattened and nearly indistinguishable. The eye holes are still there. Sort of. Faint. There are these moments sometimes washing up. … © David L White May 22, 2026. 1:16 AM Poem ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Notice I’m resigning. Before resignation fully sets in. I’m giving notice. It’s been swell. Sincerely, Name & emp # cc: Honored Guests HR, Nobel Committee … © David L White May 21, 2026 Poem ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hot Asphalt Apparently, Robert Frost was having a mid-death crisis and showed up in a flashy little sportster with a young and supple show-piece roadway. That’s the spirit, Bob. Make another difference. … Copyright David L White May 22, 2026 1:23 AM Poem ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ADHD All Due Haste, Darling Now Available in Roll On and Room Atomizer … DLW
My great grandma loved kuchen! I worked part time in a bakery when I was 16 and we made kuchen. It was loaded with nuts coffeecake. Your poem reminded me of that early time in my life and my dear great. Have some kuchen when you can.