Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

Moments

  • Couple next door way older than sixtyish me compact camper in place when we arrived a man, a woman silver hair matching dog say hello when they return late evening Early risers, both come morning they let dog out back in we nod ‘hello’ As I enjoy my morning campfire coffee I am reminded how… Read more

  • More

    A woman I know mid-fiftieswent protestingfirst timer missing out asteenagerwith strict parentsshe wanted‘self-fulfillment’ Seeing her a fewdays later I asked if she foundwhat she had been seeking “Yes and no” she smiled ruefully“I fell in with a group of college kidswho poured milk on my face”quickly adding “for the tear gas” Her voice trailed.“It wasn’t… Read more

  • Frogs

      – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Chalk it up to…

    Late afternoon, dingy neighborhood dollar store picking up essentials: cleaning supplies, deodorant AA batteries Wile E. Coyote dynamite-sized sidewalk chalk in handy plastic bucket at checkout, mentally rough-drafting scratchy paeans to my wife colorful notes she will see as she departs each day down front steps, sidewalk dusty romance specific, uplifting, sometimes sexy sendoffs I,… Read more

  • Recalculating

    another turning point crossroads of cliché and same ole what to do which way to turn got here without GPS will navigate as always, following stars gut instinct not infallible co-pilot riding shotgun, no desire to shoot let alone take aim even with windows down, wind in my hair freedom promised by open roads just… Read more

  • Newlyweds ago

    Loft apartment, late Saturday afternoon spontaneity interrupted by shrill, continual oven timer buzz “Pizzas done” says she “But I’m not” replies he not-rhythmic, static range-buzzer drone not disrupting tempo of early life-together moral they learned how easily heat, afterglow can turn three-dollar frozen pizza to charcoal – Mark L. Lucker © 2015 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd   Read more

  • Casting

    Life casts its shadows as the director a play each silhouette distinctive, unrecognizable, tragicomic profiles Actors are we all; no wordless Kabuki, tutiti-fruiti, aww Rudy! the action plays out scene-by-stolen-scene “all the world’s a stage” the stage a fantasy world that doesn’t lie light dictates action of the dark sans script, stealthy hitting each mark never… Read more

  • Flying east at dusk

    The setting sun chases us eastward orange-scorched ripples of cumulus white race with us neck-and-neck ablaze, dying wisps of cotton embers envelop us while about to be snuffed out by rapidly encroaching nightfall fleeting light from behind speeds toward a head-on collision with onrushing darkness a mesmerizing train wreck at thirty-thousand feet I cannot turn… Read more