SPRING RAKING

 

SPRING RAKING


Winter thatch snow mold

Dogwood blossom overseer

Cheerful white petals


Smaller raked doesn’t talk back

Lets your body lean, look up


Jim Bodeen

18 April 2024

TWO LOVE POEMS FOR KAREN

 

TWO LOVE POEMS FOR KAREN



TALKING IN BED


I love when you fall into bed that way


What are you thinking


About getting old


Do you want me to read you a poem


Sure


I knew you did

            Jim

        


KAREN’S PINEAPPLE UPSIDE DOWN CAKE

WITH MARASCHINO CHERRIES


She waits twenty minutes

after her cake comes from the oven.

It’s one of those family recipes

where you’re not told

how to do anything

and when she turns it over

onto the aluminum foil

cookie sheet, she says,

Oh, it turned out just like my mother’s.


Jim Bodeen

13 April 2024


MORNING EPIPHANY

 

MORNING EPIPHANY


Coffee ready as I enter

house before sunrise

after walking

empty dishwasher

wipe down counter

telling myself

I’m taking care of things


Jim Bodeen

10 April 2024

APRIL SNOW ON SATUS PASS

 

APRIL SNOW ON SATUS PASS


Midnight espresso

I would suspect the parrot

Such deep green feathers


Rivers of muted trumpets

Life times with Duke Ellington


Jim Bodeen

4-6 April 2024

JESUS NOW, JESUS, NOW

 

JESUS NOW, JESUS, NOW


     --for Pr A. M.

Jesus laughs.

Already that deep!

Water up to here!


The West Coast poet

said to me, Steps

tiny and wise.


The East Coast poet

said, I am an infant

beginning to run.


Jesus laughs.

Jesus now.

Jesus, now.


Jim Bodeen

25 March 2024

FOR THE LENTEN SOUP AND BREAD MAKERS

 












FOR THE LENTEN SOUP AND BREAD MAKERS


Walk one mile in rain

Patagonia waters

wait for you at home


Was I gracious enough

for the bread and soup?

My favorite bowl, indeed,

my favorite meal--

that first week, Mary says,

For each of you,

one small bowl,

take one slice of bread.


Jim

23 March 2024

FOR THE MUSICIANS DURING LENTEN SERVICE

 

FOR THE MUSICIANS DURING LENTEN SERVICE

                --Bart, Barb, Ruth Ann, Scott


On the day the band

opened for poetry


no one thought

anything odd


or out of order

Music had opened


hearts and minds

No one knew


how we came

to be in a garden


Jim Bodeen

23 March 2024