“Look at this!”
She said grabbing a rock out of the riverbed.
My mouth drops open/
I sing its praises.
She finds another one.
One smooth […]
This is wonderful. We’re told that even the smallest trinket that a child offers should be accepted with enthusiasm…because it’s all they have…and this poem IS ALL THAT! I love it!
This…brings back so many memories of picking flowers from the yard, weeds really, for my own momma…
This is priceless- rocks are such treasure. Love it.
Thank you! I was delirious when I wrote this.
Nice piece. Sweetly profound in its serious simplicity. I really enjoyed it.
Love this! I have carried many rocks home with my little girl and this brought back all those special memories. Thank you! “we will marvel over these miracle of rocks” Gorgeous ending!
The missing glasses case,
The misplaced key.
The quarter just in hand,
It disappeared at one, then two, then three.
The new coffee cup sprung off the shelf and smashed,
A birthday gif […]
A white feather,
Blowing through a Target parking lot,
In the desert.
A saucy Irishman once told me,
He found them after his sister died.
They were stuck in grass, […]
Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.
School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.
Love letters from sev […]
When you miss the state where you grew,
There is a candle just for you.
In the early Washington summer,
You smell spring rain,
Wet pine needles,
Fresh blackberries for your ice cream […]
A curtain of deadly tentacles
Roams the Indian Ocean.
Each holding on to their one job.
The greater good succeeds
The great individual.
As it grows and feeds do […]
I loved Christmas as a kid.
I was conditioned to hate it.
Tantrums with blown out candles and spit on my car.
Joy only with p […]
I told the eight year-old to save the document using the square in the corner.
She asked, “The camera?”
I said no.
It was once called a floppy disk, but don’t worry about that now.
Now, it is ju […]
He hurts me.
He hurts me.
I can’t stop forgiving him.
I tried for three years.
I can’t stop.
At the end of every day,
He is the one I want to talk t […]
I was 16,
We were coming home from Germany.
Six weeks of milk from the cow on the corner,
Basketball with cute boys,
And a Holocaust camp.
It was a long plane ride home.
I sat on my be […]
A new Hollywood apartment.
My parents came to visit one January.
My father discovered plants dying on my back patio.
He was disgusted with me.
“They are not mine!” I affirmed.
“They are now!” […]
Poop in the toilet.
Poop in the training potty.
Poop on the bathroom floor.
Poop on the carpet.
Poop on the track of the sliding closet—
Slide, slide, slide until it is fla […]
Death be common for the rat in the trap.
Death be common for the soldier with a broken bootstrap.
Death be common for predator and prey.
Death be common in a world of decay.
The price of your […]
The tropical heat percolated on the small of her back,
It was the early 60s, in Trenchtown.
The flies bothered them only in the morning,
In the night, they clung to the ceiling and watched them make […]
A musician with no hands.
A painter with no eyes.
A poet with no tongue.
A lover with no love.
Victims of desire.
Hour 10, Promp […]
The cottage hid behind the treeline.
A firefly circled my bottle of Stella.
It was good to breathe without the mask.
It was good to escape the heat and strange faces of the desert city.
The l […]
Oh Revolt! My Revolt!
Old America is dying
And this voyage is about to come to an end.
TVs and phones burn bright.
Old gh […]
When her friends stopped visiting,
When her family stopped calling.
When he went inside another woman— and she was still breastfeeding his baby.
When a wild dog kept breaking into the yar […]
Powerful! You chose a good structure for this poem; it works well, it keeps momentum, while still adding new ideas with each stanza. 🙂
Thank you, Jacob. It was cathartic.
I like the power and directness evoked by the repeated sentence structures. The progression of the poem takes us from what happens to her, to what she decide to how she takes her power. I really like this poem and spent some time with it.
Thank you for this note, it means a lot to me.
Wow, a stong and meaningful poem! Great job!
*strong! Silly typos! 😉
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