Apple Collection Because they come in wood, brass, marble clocks, tiles and trivets Because their roundness pleases their coats of red, yellow, green and mottled appeal Because of Delicious names like Jonagold, Granny Smith, Red Rome and Spartan Because of the sweet-tart of Newtons and One a day keeps the doctor away Because they morph… Continue reading apple collection
A poem is i 15-minute stretch session that turns into an hour-long workout daily dose of Vitamin B Complex empowering, strengthening, energizing word binge of connotation, alliteration, rhyme rich helpings of similes and metaphors catharsis, mind-cleanse, purge veiled in enigma to say the unsayable one more cipher on the cell-wall of life ii gift bag… Continue reading A poem is
B.C. Children’s Hospital i Patio plants pale as the kids in blue gowns I.V. poles too empathetic or sad to bloom loud and bright. ii Cut-out words on the dividers trellis-hung pastel hopes: DREAM, FAMILY, FRIENDS, HOME, SMILE but most of all LIVE. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly (all rights reserved)
False Ceiling The brightening sky is the color of watermelon close to the rind. Clouds smile soft but radiant at the rising sun. Later crocuses offer the brilliant day handfuls of unfurled bouquet while snowdrops white and pure bow demure in sweet deference. No evidence in the pastel ether of sovereignty or sphere vying for… Continue reading False Ceiling
What they wore Magnolia's wedding gown was French satin with a veil of lacy water parsnip. The Rose sisters classic suits were tailored pink jersey. Aliums chose ruffled sundresses of yellow lawn. Love-in-a-mist was crisp and cool in blue seersucker. But the Pansies in their elegant but flirty little black satins stole the show. By… Continue reading What They Wore
Seasonal Junction The shouts of the kids from the pool and the smell of chlorine alternate with the smack of a kicked soccer ball and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall like the warm-to-cool currents that pass over swimmers in blue summer lakes. © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (all rights… Continue reading Seasonal Junction
Corporate Cuts Five years ago the cut was surgical. Just minutes with the boss and it was done a severance of sinew, muscle, bone shock was the anesthetic, then slow heal. This time they used an endless tourniquet new paradigms, objectives, letters, dates twisting his job description with new weights revealing their design by slow… Continue reading Corporate Cuts
Where I'm From I am from chickens and Massey tractors from Sugar Pops, Velveeta cheese and Welch’s grape juice with pop. I am from an oasis – a cream house, red barn, silver quonset surrounded by caragana hedges and two pines – on the Saskatchewan prairie. I’m from the sandbox-and-slide the railway track the… Continue reading Where I’m From
in tutus pink, rose fuchsia ballerinas slim stamens en pointe pirouette as we applaud lovely summer’s brief plié © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly ******************* The July prompt at Poets Online was to write a summer tanka. The collection is up. Summer has a lot of angles; take a look. My contribution, the poem above, is… Continue reading summer tanka
Family Reunion And he turned himself away from them and wept. - Genesis 42:24 Those rugged Semite robes, that tangled hair, how this one walks, another’s face, those eyes... They near, the smell of Canaan fills the air. Ten sheaves bow down – a wondrous, cruel surprise. “Your servants, twelve, are brothers, sons of one,… Continue reading Family Reunion
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