Finding a Rhyme for Linda
My mind, last night, like a cat, came to paw
and to knead – interceding to show its affection
it hoped this time might make me draw
when I woke, overcoming whatever objection
that seemed to run through me in streams
faintly tainted with slightly unhappy confusion
which kept me from seeing the innermost beams
of the sun that would open to one sweet effusion
I’d longed to inspire me – wishing for Linda
to come to the fore and to open my door to the joy
that she couldn’t not bring. I felt a soft wind a
mercurial shifty small poltergeist blew to deploy
a strategic solution to finding a rhyme for her name.
He cheated (stuck wind-a to Linda) but lent me
a dream filled like clouds with soft faces – a frame
of some graces of human reflection – which sent me
to pick up my pencils and markers and faith
to apply to some paper: Linda’s wisdom runs quiet
and sweet through the thing, like a sly smiling wraith
of her humor. Of which you’d heard more than a rumor
from me in the panoply of all the souls she delights.
Whom do these faces depict? You got me, honey.
I asked around which got all my ghosts into fights.
One said he might tell me, if I had the money.
But money I lack. And Linda is far more
than funny, to this Kettelhack.
She is dimensions of Kind, Wise & Smart.
And I give her my heart. And I won’t take it back.