Monday, February 23, 2009

solitaire dance 

not a waltz, 
nor ballet,
no jitterbug 
or tap,

ours a minuet, 
tiny steps 
            in a solitaire dance 
             of love.

Color enhanced photo(c)2009  by R. Burnett Baker 
Poem from chapbook titled "Slipping Quietly" (c)2006, R. Burnett Baker

clock glows

arctic winds taunt 
beyond window panes 

an alarm clock 
glows amber midnight 

safely beside my bed. 

Photo and poem (c)2009 by R. Burnett Baker

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Wind Sun Snow

wind sun snow 

my breath cloud 
on frozen  wind 

to winter's  sun

fearful of 
the virgin 

Photo taken in Highland Park, Rochester, NY 
January, 2009
Photo and poem (c)2009 by R. Burnett Baker

Behold Beauty


behold beauty: 
an unblemished 
field of snow. 

behold avarice: 
an open wound 
of footprints 
on the horizon. 

Photo and poem (c)2009 by R. Burnett  Baker

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Footprints Waiting

footprints waiting 

along a snow-quilted street 
walks a lone figure, 

footprints waiting 
to be filled again. 

Mono print by Ina Jean Garner, 1994
Poem (c)2008 by R. Burnett Baker



sanctuary again 
          in bed
          in sleep
          inside silence

my bedroom door 
the aegis from 
life, damned life. 

© 2008 Rick Burnett Baker


It's winter and it's holding fast.  Perhaps beginning this poetry blog now is appropriate since there isn't really much of anything about the season I like.  growing up in the sub-tropics and living and working along the equator for more than a decade has conditioned me to fair weather activities.  I don't enjoy being outdoors in winter with my eyes burning cold and snot freezing on my upper lip.  

I'm not too fond of being holed up indoors for so many months of the year either, but I'll stay put for a few more weeks.  This beginning series of poems represents my aversion to the season, in all its stunning beauty and agony. 

Rick Burnett Baker 
February 2009 

Photo (c)2009 by R. Burnett Baker