...the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world... Revelation 13:8 It stands there blinking, surprised then begins to ba-a-a- this woolly, trusting easily-led-astray animal just created and a shudder goes through heaven. © 2007 - Violet Nesdoly (Family Reunion)
Beside my face glowing, red – 11:58 ...11:59 I stare into the dark. Somewhere a train whistle blows sharp, short. Sirens wail, then fade. Dog barks. Car vrooms a challenge, squeals, roars on but my tensed body pleads for that familiar hum... then door slam, click, step, step, creak, the sweet sound of teenage feet...… Continue reading Stare into the dark
After the painting "Escape for thy life" by Julius Schnorr von Carolsfeld Who are these strangers to command we leave? Right now? You wear the embroidered robe I’ll take the pouch. What about food and drink our girls’ betrothed? Why are we rushing from all we’ve ever wanted– my beautiful home the market so handy… Continue reading Fire Test
I can think a thing a long time with the words going round and round inside my head like the gray gruel mixing in a cement truck but once I say those thoughts once those words escape my mouth pour out become exposed to air everything changes. The minute they're out they start to solidify.… Continue reading Some Words
From the first burp of a shoot bursting its tomb to the dozing off of a harvested plant life remains a mystery. There is significance in small things: the subterranean wisdom of earthworms the collegial hum of bees the fantasies of the cabbage grub the silent plodding of beetles and how ants and aphids conspire.… Continue reading Wisdom of the Scarecrow
"Communion Service, next Sunday morning at 10:00," church bulletin said. I imagined sitting there, wafer and tiny goblet of juice in hand trying hard not to think of what I'll make for lunch. It wasn't even a prayer, just a thought I wish it had more meaning for me again. Early Communion Sunday morning the… Continue reading Communion
I am in the choice of pattern and in my fantasy of how the suit sketched in tweed will be incarnated in velvet I am in tissue pieces laid precisely, pinned snugly facing the right way on the wrong side. I am in the concentration of my tongue and in the rhythm of my heart… Continue reading In stitches
“You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid your hand upon me.” Psalm 139:5 (NIV) Shut away inside this silken crypt I long for undulation on the pavements wriggling up trunks and along branches munching leaf to leaf. Those carefree sunny days have given way to terror as motionless, deaf and blind… Continue reading Transformation
I dig through just-arrived groceries for Cracker Jack and Pink Elephant Popcorn hold cinnamon hearts tight with my tongue till my mouth is on fire pick sweating Smarties and licorice shoelaces off the icing of my cake sift through green cellophane straw to find the last chocolate egg gobble a bag of jujubes at the… Continue reading Candy Year
this is a poem about the last page a poem about feeling panicked a poem about lists this is a poem about shopping and tired feet about choosing the right card then signing your name 47 times a poem about wrapping paper, tape and ribbon this is a poem about putting up lights and garland… Continue reading this is a poem 2
Violet Nesdoly 