Renato N. Mascardo, 19 march 2016
the scarlet macaw climbing
up to its perch settles down
the hillside hues dim
sounds around dwindle away
dusk blankets its cage
renato
friday 18 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 17 march 2016
afternoon repast
my app
predicted rain
in forty minutes yet
the afternoon sun still bathed the
busy
backyard
the birdseeds on
the ground were almost gone
feasted on by the sparrows wrens
mourning
dove and the four
cardinals until the
chipmunk Chico frightened the birds
away
only
to be chased from
the scattered grains by the
belligerent squirrel Isco
who had
to leave
when Gerry the
shaggy groundhog scooted
in and stayed to savor slowly
kernels
yellow
black and brown on
the abandoned grass and
ground proving once more that size did
matter//
renato
thursday 17 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 16 march 2016
hierarchy
first the
sparrow then the
wren gliding down to peck
the birdseeds hiding between blades
of grass
followed
by a pair of
cardinals which were mates
bright red and light brown scratching the
dry ground
next came
the large and blue
cardinal mates hogging
the sunflower seeds scattered on
the grass
and then
they flew up all
in a rush and the dove
no longer mourning landed and
feasted//
renato
wednesday 16 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
birdseeds on the grass
when cardinals fly away
when sparrows begin to leave
the red cardinals
the chirping sparrows scatter
dusk is almost here
renato
tuesday 15 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
bits and pieces
i see
your smile on the
face of a stranger who
greets me in peace with a handshake
at mass
you rushed
by the end of
the lane between the stands
at the store/ i followed to find
it was
not you/
the voice on the
phone sounded so like you
until the caller said her name
not yours/
i see
i hear i feel
scattered bits and pieces
of you around me now that you
are gone//
renato
monday 14 march 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 6 january 2015
gone by in time
like a thieving nutmeg that spoils and spreads
the eldering crawls unentreatably in spurts
the buon fresco of the past up in the ceiling of my mind
its plaster having brittled and flaked
has let loose the painted fractals of what i was
down a swart and endless void
the tense pluriperfect no longer holds for me
even the simple past begins to go
i hear the soundless brittle brattle of fragments of what had been
falling slowly and fast away
leaving the remnant of my self
alone in the stark wilderness of my mind//
renato
friday 02 january 2015
Renato N. Mascardo, 28 december 2014
affair
at the start titillation was what we shared
in the end drudgery was all we felt
and in the midst we missed the meaning
of the experience we now call an affair
beyond the pale of the experience we built
pointed palisades and deep furrows between us two
but time dulls the sharpened stakes of ire
and shallows the deep-mined furrows of hurt
until we come to accept that absent of
a relationship we can still choose to relate//
renato
saturday 27 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 december 2014
in penduluming back
like autumn
leaves in free fall
the years have pirouetted down and
away/ the hegira was mainly mine to keep
the hurt colleted and at bay/
after all these years
i find
in penduluming
back that you still
are steadfast and true/ it was
i who have changed in the exodus of
my heart/ the hurt is gone
i am thankful you
are not//
renato
wednesday 24 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 9 december 2014
turn of the screw
when you
catch a lucid
moment we share it with
such delight then you let it go
turning the screw that foils
your mind to break
my heart//
renato
monday 08 december 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2014
purr
you purr
in pleasure and
in need; in bed you do
it with aplomb; i need to ask:
are you pure hominid
or are you part
felid?
renato
sunday 30 november 2014
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