I dedicate myself to theft
stealing from conversation
serving it up without sauce
I’ll get more curious, retentive,
more listeny, more learny
more thought-full
I can’t think all the thoughts there are
but I can put them
into pixels
poem and pic by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0
You walked up the hill
as usual unusual.
The heavy leg
like a ship with a screw in tow
wouldn’t go.
The stiff upper hip
from thigh more high
One more step,
leg too long, hang on.
Try. Try. Try.
pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0
start the day right
start the right day on the right foot
right this very now
and if in doubt
reroute, restart, rewrite the day
any old why or how
pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0
ripe, that’s me
hanging on the family tree
looking down on (brackets) (d.)
It’s National Poetry Month in the US, so I will aim to publish a poem a day. We’ll see…
haiku rachel mcalpine CC BY 2.0, photo Honza Soukop CC BY 2.0
A furry butterfly
alights and burns
her tongue.
Poem by Rachel McAlpine, CC BY-NC 2.0, photo by Toshihiro Gamo, CC BY 2.0
azaleas
red hot cinders
firing up the hill
Poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC
Photo by Guilhem Vellut CC BY 2.0: Azalea Festival at Shiofune Kannon-ji, Ome
a photo of sunshine
see that bright shiny lightness?
that was before your time
photo and poem by rachel mcalpine CC BY 2.0
dandelion
popping the pavement—
gold star gone rogue
haiku rachel mcalpine CC BY 2.0, photo Kleuske CC BY-SA 3.0
Dowdiest of nana-wear
your singlet clings to your lonely skin
your worried skin
you tuck it in
you barely feel it but you know it’s there for you
working full time for you
benign meniscus
keeping chills and death at bay
saving the hurts of the world for another day
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0
sunlight
on pohutukawa puddles—
almost home
photo & haiku by rachel mcalpine CC BY 2.0
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 