The day Daddy died I found myself alone in the farmhouse and I was like Samson when he awoke to Delilah’s “The Philistines are on you!” Then the ropes of new habits – weighing 3 oz. of tuna, 2 oz. of cheese apportioning rice, or potatoes or pasta in meager ½ cup servings, eating my… Continue reading The Day Daddy Died
Essence of spring drifts from the sticky buds, Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early. Under the clouds, crocuses clutch a tight bouquet. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early, The smell of sun screen seeps through all my clothes. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Fruit stand has… Continue reading Calendar
Gravel path separates sea and beach houses – enticing castles with great glass vistas, rustic arbors porticos of stone sheltering lazy loungers, chairs in conversation. Protected by moats – gardens, outlined in stone, brick, white picket, brown cedar, rounded shrubs smooth as shaved heads, filled with green velvet and planters spilling daffodils, pansies, sprays of… Continue reading On Crescent Beach
I take my walk just in time under the frowning sky, share the green with black crows and white gulls. They graze while I ponder should I give it up this tinkering with words that pilfers time from creased shirts and dusty corners? There’s little coin to justify hours spent and what will be its… Continue reading I take my walk just in time
This is a Poem This is a poem about the last page. This is a poem about feeling panicked. This is a poem about lists. This is a poem about putting up lights and garland and angels. This is a poem about credit cards and tired feet. This is a poem about finding Mom’s recipe… Continue reading This is a Poem
Violet Nesdoly 