The bookstore clerk with the pierced lip called me Ma’am while putting William Carlos Williams’ poems into a brown paper bag while ringing up the cost of the dependable red wheelbarrow prominently placed next to a white chicken on a page of unpunctuated poems The clerk avoided eye contact as he handed me my change […]
My mind has fallen down a well like a shiny coin has dropped I sit in silence and make a wish waiting for it to hit the bottom
Rusty brick Burgundy blush Ruby crimson Rosy carnation Scarlet delicious Blood beet wine Raspberry cherry Sunset flame Hot plum poppy Siren chili Cardinal petal Coral rouge Magenta sangria Valentine heart Lava ochre Pomegranate and garnet Post note: It’s Harvest Time.
I don’t want to grow up …I don’t want to wear a tie … and a serious expression in the middle of July … ~ Song from Peter Pan Before I knew that Pan was the goat god of wild creatures I wanted to be Peter Not so much because he could fly But because […]
Country hick peace-nic red, white, or blue neck yuppie, yippie hippie, hopi do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around cause labels are limiting and that’s what it’s all about Post notes: The above poem, written circa 1992, was read into a mic at a 4th of July Party for Wall Residences, an agency I used […]
AKA: Our Dog Days are Numbered Green August ages into rust Days shrink and summer’s wilt crackles Burdock burrs fatten and threaten to cling Fireflies like porch lights shut off Vines strangle beans and pumpkins escape from the smother of leaves now shriveled Pedicured toenails have outgrown pink polish Tall faded sunflowers hunch over Woodpeckers […]
It’s a fairy godmother’s moon that glitters at midnight A glass slipper of light from the day’s dizzy spell It’s a perfect fit in a palace of darkness in a happily ever after end to the day Note: I’ve been too long at the ball, for the moon has grown nearly full.
Does his hair curl in loops luring you close like a crooked finger gestures, “Come here?” Do rainbows reflect off their wispy black sweeps? Do your cells speak emphatically, “YES?” A murmur or whimper freeing itself from seemingly nowhere breaks into bold laughter You speak in tongues like a contented cat Sigh and stretch as […]
The poem stops here The writer concedes She has written herself into a corner in a page of pawns and flawed rhymes There will be no final word to move you Post notes: Sometimes when writing poetry, cutting and editing and moving stanza lines around, a stalemate can occur. The above poem was a byproduct […]
No neckties. No shoes. No business men in suits. Red and purple pails splash like paint on a wash of pale blue canvas. Sherbet colored shovels lie waiting to scoop sand or dig gullies for toy boats to sail in. Toddlers waddle and wade near the shore. Giddy girls giggle at their reflections. Seawater glows […]
It’s raining so loud I can’t hear myself dream My mind is making quicksand I’m lost in With a water-logged dream still in my ear from deep down in sleep I come up for air Underwater words float to the top like bubbles go POP! Now it’s morning Post note: The poem is a snippet […]
Honeysuckle summer Catalpa aroma A cameo moon is pinned to the sky in a classic night that is waltzing
