Goose calls as Sun sets
Neither making its way or stressed
Smell of Grass finds
Wind’s fine lines
Amongst the fields
That wave goodnight
While Clouds roll into a blanket
To wish Gaia a good sleep.
Tag: goose
The Number Two (day 1197)
Laughter is the animal,
Spirit of mother goose.
Summer around little rock
And monkey isn’t right.
Delight a fancy chimney sweep,
Pitter-patter on the roof.
Love in a tin bucket twice
Spitoon for primal juice.
Guns and other ghastly ammunition
Scare a whisper like a ghost,
Take a little sharp arrow
Pierce appointed hour aloof.
Her Hands (day 835)
Her hands will die
Maker’s shoulder
Sifting clean sheets
Un-kept wicker
Lie not to her
Monotonous
Cold cold flower
Hold not wishes
Wind blows strong here
Lives hold on with
Tall tall top hats
Blurry shading
All I’ve covered
Dying grasses
Loudly told me
Surrender youth
Make me love her
Dying oak tree
Make me cry here
Falling dead leaves
Take me home my
Lonesome lover
Take me past all
Reverie then
And if this aye
Shall swerve this goat
To set me free
Shall make an end
Then ere warned
Five thousand shorn
A gooses neck
Death brings this end
Karl Frieburg Jr. (day 672)
The dreadful spring
Every single year
Without relent
I’m left with allergies
Some say it goes
Some say it lasts
6 years or so
But not for me
Not since I was
A wee gooseling
Splashing in little pools
Following my sweet mother
I’ve been so stuffed up
It’s impossible
Simply impossible
What is a goose to do?
I honk, I honk loudly
All day I honk
This way and that
Not angry, just congested
Karl can be purchased here.