Jeweled Moth

The moth chases the pretty lights Reflected from beautiful things The moth can’t reach them in one night And can’t see the jewels on its wings The butterflies sip sugar cups The blackbird glories as he sings The moth at times feels envious, And can’t…

Love Story

Oliver had his Jennifer; Stephen has his Stefanie. Ollie and Jenny: Steve and Stef.   They met in college As did Steve and I. His parents didn’t approve of Jenny Nor did Steve’s approve of me.   They met in a library; We met in…

Locked Out (2019 Poem 6)

Is this the eighth or ninth time, who can say That I have locked my keys inside my house My thoughts oft go astray Since the departure of my spouse He left without a word one night It was winter time, the roads were icy…

Hour 9: The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby The shape of restlessness Sparkling in the night Bated breath Your love potion Is pure poison Your face, your ache is familiar   Her well-loved eyes A thin red circle Where your heart used to be In its stead,  A pale gold…

Fruit of the Gods

Flying over flooded streets I see the water rise. My car is over there! I think. No. Where did it go? Let me drive from back here. Backwards. Who are you that leads me?

Normal People

Take us on your ride, Sally. What does that mean? What normal people have you ever seen? Maybe I over anticipate what you’ll say. Maybe your characters will live in a normal way. They’ll have joys and pains, sunshine and rain And when it’s all…

What wildness is this

This is the part of me that hates my everyday pleasing good-girl self and wants to shake her and scream at her: “Wake up! Wake up! The Wildness awaits and time is running short.”  

Story Time

Under the bridge, Beside the river, The penniless kids play using a stick for a king’s sword While the mother goes around collecting all she can hoard Under the bridge, Beside the river, A stranger from the rotten vegetable market join them for dinner No…

Hour Nine – use a book title…

“My Sunshine Away” Your loving eyes Your beautiful heart Please don’t take… Your wonderous smile Your boisterous laugh Please don’t take… Your strong arms Your protective embrace Please don’t take… The sound of crushing metal The smell of burning rubber Please don’t take…My Sunshine Away…

Jingo

If you’d direct the masses to go, Not necessarily to war This works just as well for any cause, These are some rules you ought to know It’s vital to give the crowd a show; Remind them what we’re fighting for And, if any of…