Indigo, your blue haze and purple embers of grain Makes a lover’s oath of starry nights And yellow moons in shape of sunflowers waning in the winds Your azure hue brightens my mind’s eye to the limits beyond the skies Every speck of silver lays…

How can you explain the color red burning in its deep dark majestic shade to someone whose colorblind. Oh! How terribly unfortunate are they for they are unable to experience the passion of red. How can you express the beauty spread across lavender fields and…

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Clever little critter, laboring through the evening, to spin his lovely, patterned, tacky carpet; Inviting tasty prey, he hoped, to walk or step upon. Down to the gutter and out over the Holly; then back again to wrap the downspout with a tidy tablecloth of…

Red and a deep ochre yellow Merge away into sunshine Bright dark deep All together Filtering into a cool darkness Refusing to stay without Following everywhere Sunshine and all Stepping over everything Tripping over corners Spilling over embraces Spreading over tables Moving over crevices Settling…

I was born before the color blue, she hadn’t been missed yet, have you? I grew up under a sky that held light and dark like others hold or release their breath I swam in an ocean and fished in its depths and stood on…

Golden Shovel: “Oh god it’s wonderful” from Steps by Frank O’Hara Now, when he comes home late she just says, “Oh.” Now, when she feels alone she talks to god. Now, when she suspects the worst she knows it’s Now. Just now. And the coffee…

Write a poem where color plays an important role. How you choose to interpret that role is up to you.

The spider – visiting from our noisy neighbors – spindled along our CDs and DVDs, not discerning if she lingered over a Criterion or my boyfriend’s copy of The Wolfman. The sun filtered through the blinds and she scurried behind Kieslowski lest she blanche in…

I do not wish to write a poem about a spider instead of I want to write about a fly that does not want to die a pest but see himself as an aviator, a hero of the World War. Or maybe about a Dean…