Again
(or, The Abstraction)
How do you fill in the face
of him or her mean and nasty?
You start with the brows,
color them thick, and too dark.
Make the eyes all seeing,
yet, know they see not a thing.
The nose, make it too long,
bring it below the chin.
The mouth, wherever it fits
will be curved up,
with the assurance of—
all is me. Add hair, if
you want to. Then erase it
and start all over again.
© Hetty van Oordt: Impression photoseries
Triolet to the Hurrican
(Native American God)
He’s Hurakan,
king of paradise.
He is the one,
he’s “Hurakan.”
He’ll cap the sun,
and take the skies—
He’s Hurakan
king of paradise.
Happy Moment
(Cinquain)
Inside
a bag crushed in
a box, you found goodies
that you had bought and saved, forgot
about!
Some Kind of a Lady
At the meeting a lady becomes unhinged,
lets her frustration go. I try to remain
a lady, no matter the temperament
in the room. A lady is a lady is a lady.
And time showcases many great ladies;
Cleopatra, in her reign, Marie Curie
in her lab, to actress Audrey Hepburn
elegant, perfect with her hat and gloves.
Jean Harlow, screen siren, sexy lady.
We can say the housewife, the cashier lady,
the lady lawyer, the lady astronaut,
the lady judge. A woman on a street
corner with bags around is a “bag lady.”
In a song luck is told to be “a lady.”
We can find different types of “ladies,”
and “Lady” is the name of a famous dog,
I don’t want to be “loose” out there. But life’s
what it is, still, I try to keep myself
hinged right, and be some kind of a lady.