3670.
Very tired now,
the orange sun went down,
a mood of dusk settled in,
The birds stopped singing suddenly;
I stopped reading, too fatigued.
3671.
Looking to Antiquity
Proceeding upstream
From here-now to way back when
Looking for causes
Tracking etymologies
Answering authentically.
3672.
A chickadee eats
in a still square feeder---
birdseed scatters
A squirrel eats
from a rocking bird feeder---
tail balanced
3673.
I'm a bald old man
with a white-gray beard
with bruises on my hands
with a clumsy gait to mark my pace
and restless tremors in my hands.
3674.
The steel bridge does not sway
Despite the high tides raging today.
As heavy fog rolls over the bay;
The fishing boats bounce in the docks.
In warm cafes---fishermen talk.
3675.
The southwest wind blows hard and cold
Blowing sand across Grayland's shore.
We bend and dig the fleeing clams.
Flashlights focus on wholes in the sand.
Sea and sand --- sand and clams.
3676.
Nothing said something astray
That captured meaning in silent ways.
Grasped the book I could not read
Of poetry in ideograms of Mandarin Chinese.
Reveled in the beauty of calligraphy.
3677.
Rising river snapped the earthen dykes
Tossing black rocks from side to side
Spring mud in the brown currents of the flood.
Trees and branches floating on by....
Picked up a trailer--- I hope nobody's inside.
3678.
I forgot the plot...
A green rubber hose uncoils
Seconds spray out the nozzle
Green leaves hung on thoughts
Watered memories of childhood gardens.
3679.
Waiting for Verbs at Sentence End
Spilled semantics:
Rubberbands on cautious adjectives,
Paper clips holding weak nouns,
Hissing phonemes in the trees,
Commas cutting the summer sky
Noise interrups the verbs
A subordinate clause broke its legs
White space expands a page
Fuzzy dashes spatter syntax.
What the hell does all this mean?
3680.
Tall tales of Tradegies:
Good unrewarded and justice denied.
Evil wins and injustice thrives.
No happy ending, a sobering sigh.
And, in the end, everyone dies.
3681.
sharp barks ring out
the dogs guard the back yard
stiff tails and ears up...
Wilting August heat
Brown leaves curl in the sun
3682.
The heavy Gates of Night unclose
As I walk the streets at dawn.
July ignites a vast Cauldron of Light.
Squirrels scamper across shadowless asphalt.
My hammer toe hurts again.
3683.
Steady Spring drizzle
Soaks roofing shingles
Moss drinks droplets
Gutter bleed trickles
Sidewals shimmer slicker.
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original Quintain Poetry By Mike Garofalo
Bundled Up, Volume 1
Quintain Poems 1 - 1,000
Bundled Up, Volume 2
Quintain Poems 1,000 - 1,500
Bundled Up, Volume 3
Quintain Poems 1,500 - 2,000
Bundled Up, Volume 4
Quintain Poems 2,000 - 2,500
Bundled Up, Volume 5
Quintain Poems 2,500 - 3,000
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,600 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Variety of Poems 4,000 - 4,500















