________________ My husband has tools for digging potatoes but I like to use my hands _______________ Reaching down deep into the musty dark soil mounded up like swollen bellies _______________ I feel around for the curve of their bodies wiggle them loose like teeth __________________ Born into my hand without the sharp edge of a […]
_______________ When the second shoe drops where the dirt was swept under in the childhood home that burned to ground will it make a sound? ________________ Will you hold your hands over your ears? Or hold your breath until someone listens? ________________ If the shoe doesn’t fit how long will you wear it before you […]
_______________ I want poetry to be my mother to be something I can count on I want it to know its loving firmness and learn the difference between right and wrong _______________ I want poetry to be happy to be what it is confident poetry that shares what it knows and isn’t afraid to disagree […]
I look up words like a single woman reads want-ads looking for an eligible bachelor as though my poem were a lover looking for a partner and I was a matchmaker setting up a date ________________________ More dVerse poets HERE.
Crepe-myrtle is summer’s answer to lilacs in the spring happy girls with red berry pom poms shaking in the breeze while ironweed purple and goldenrod yellow in September school colors play the field _______________ More dVerse Open Link poetry HERE.
________________ High-pitched crickets drone like a phone off the hook. Waking from a dream, I ask, “Won’t somebody please hang it up?” ~ Colleen Redman ________________ More dVerse Poets Open Link Night poetry HERE.
The Moon gets top billing in a black tie night In a star studded ballroom it shines a high note of light
Cat’s bowl of cream tips into the night light soaked stars track light
_______________ Does Jasmine fear the sound of thunder from the grave? Does she care that a wild rabbit is living under the porch and nobody’s here to bark? _______________ Is my brother Dan who died too sick for the liver transplant list still mad at our brother who lies to our mother and she believes […]
I want to write a poem that doesn’t feel like homework or look like a grocery list/one I can float down the river for my friend Mara’s birthday and trust it knows its way to the ocean ~ From The Cheap Therapy Poem You’ve heard of patty cakes? My poet friend Mara had poet cakes […]
__________________ I want to write a poem that doesn’t feel like homework or look like a grocery list ________________ one I can float down the river for my friend Mara’s birthday and trust that it knows its way to the ocean _________________ I want to write a poem that earns its own paycheck and doesn’t […]
Bare bulb dangles from night’s dark ceiling Suspects give up secrets Lovers steal looks
