At th Boston MFA

At the Boston MFA French Film Festival. 

Always feel at home here. 

I used to hook school and hang out here on particularly bad days. 

They alway let me in. “No school today”, I’d say if questioned by the guards. I could be convincing and no one ever turned me away.  

Went for Monet Haystacks and Sargent portraits. 

And of course, the Mummies.

Mezza Mezza

Changes bring chances, he said

The door knob sprang off

during a springtime nap-dream.

Walk on by - thanks for asking.

Cauldron

 Rising up from a place  

        not seen, heard or loved.

A real melting in the dark,

        in the falling rain ☔ 

                Falling.

Never seen again.

Oh no.                

                   © Karen Joyce

        

2022 Haiku

2021 

(Year Two)

Slow down, memory maker.

Dreamer:

Dream a new dream -

2022

           © Karen Joyce

I Dream of Being Home

I dream of being home

    and loving the sky,

the anonymous neighbor,

    the community garden.

Of being right where I

    need to be to feel

        at home.  

© Karen Joyce

June 11, 2021

Hai Coo Coo

Hai Coo Coo, Princely

Star Kat bemused; patiently

Reminds, renews us.

© Karen Joyce

January, 2022

Raconteur

Racket player stretched

So thin, invisible. When,

Where will it break you?

                        © Karen Joyce

                         January, 2022

Einfall

 Trap door.

        "Do not drift into despair"

                        Rather says.

Nexus.

        Moments of clarity,

            moments of despair

                moments of hope.    

Reprieve.

        There's something next

Nirvana.

                                            © Karen E. Joyce 2021

August Delta

More than half-way in 

to the second Covid year

Dream of rusty parts, 

caked, round, metal, hollow, grim.

The planet reels.

Hurried, then slows. Grace?

The conductor punches time.

At rest, fear returns

Then scuttles off leaving pain

As its calling card.

My final companion:

A hungry, black cat.

                                    © Karen E. Joyce 2021 

 

Spiritus

In the name of the father.

Little by little 

in the name of the holy

I will remember.

I’m not hearing any 

more deathbed apologies 

Better do it now. 

And the son and the 

Holy Spirit New England 

don’t apologize. 

                        © Karen E. Joyce 2021

   

            Karen Joyce  5/31/21

Spirit

Little by little

In the name of the holy 

I will remember.