Light All galaxies and planets roaming free In chaos through an undivided night No creatures formed to know that they are blind Only Creator knows what He will find When blazing forth He parts the land from sea Illuminates it with, “Let there be light” The elements obey and there is light Planets and… Continue reading Light
Seasonal Sestina The calendar announces it is spring Our skies have lost their pallid arctic blue Though wind still scatters puffs of icy flour My garden boasts the spear-point of a plant Can’t come too soon – this kinder, gentler reign When all the world’s a’grin, even the ground It’s lost its look of… Continue reading Seasonal Sestina
To my comment box (and the people who use it) Your presence rains on my isolation. Your encouragement stimulates growth. Your dissent rakes through hard-baked thinking. Your creativity fertilizes understanding. Your logic stakes rambling intuition. Your new paradigm hybrids my viewpoint. Though I must fence you against the weeds of spam and prune vulgarity, meanness… Continue reading To my comment box (and the people who use it)
She took me away with her After Norah Jones’ 2002 album “Come Away With Me” Norah Jones sultry on the boombox of my daughter’s Kamloops apartment that hot weekend in 2003 says “Come away with me…” takes me back to a 70s Vancouver basement suite Lazy, laid back, take-a-break-from-life music sweet as first dates “you’ll… Continue reading She took me away with her
I am rays of forsythia to winter-weary yard I am sunbeams of pansies, dafs and tulips. I am basket of gold spilling over rock wall and bright dandelions decorating ditches. I’m a riot of broom along ocean cliffs in spring and in summer a hedge of ochre tansy. In the fall I am rippling field… Continue reading Yellow
Baba and Gido (a Shadorma) Baba, Gid' and thermostat wars he too hot she too cold each June uncorked again this rancid argument Baba gone Gid' in nursing home he don't know hot or cold only knows she's not there for any argument. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly **************** Baba and Gido are Ukrainian diminutives… Continue reading Baba & Gido (a Shadorma)
Regular, please I feel the press I need the perc I have the grounds and think I've urned a dark-roast brew and now will break with you and cake. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* In a fun prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry, we were challenged to photograph something that cost $.99 and then write a… Continue reading Regular, please
Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the wardrobe
Mourning Music Strings flow trembling morning music red, blue, purple drumbeats Taste cold thought, wild enthusiasm rich pomegranate love poems. Remember golden cherry summer know love’s austere winter lovely eyes always longing, reaching, leaving… Enough pain. Spoon candy consolation massage wisdom thoughts behind holy Christmas find children. Sustaining heart whispers, Still know, yet hear wipe… Continue reading Mourning Music (a Wordle poem)
Key Not off-key, answer key or low key I’m talking about your common house key, car key file cabinet, mailbox or luggage key the flat metal kind with intelligent ridges ground into its blade The kind of key you keep with others on the little flashlight key-ring next to the fob that makes your car… Continue reading Key
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