Hand Candy Smooth ribbed slabs red, yellow, blue peel apart don't mix red yellow, blue Sniff clay smell squeeze, press, roll make a ball watch what you know to do Plunge in thumb pinch up, up round, around fingertips grow a pot Roll through palms dangle log sausage, rope coil in mat plate, vase, cup… Continue reading Hand Candy
Spring Cream-tinted blossom filigree a wedding a party line dancing with the breeze, I’m caught under spring’s veil. - Violet Nesdoly
V is for … Wide mouth perpetually agape I lie here in the dark and wait for drawer to open your warm fingers, thumb to take me up, align my four incisors with the soft and toothsome zinc then squeeze… Oh ecstasy! The sweet surrender of malleable metal to my mouth More – I want… Continue reading V is for …
Cherry Blossom Time Pink spring debutantes ball gown ruffles, froth and lace cherry trees in bloom Strawberry milkshakes line Vancouver avenues cotton candy hair Blush cherry petals one hundred trillion hankies beckoning the bees © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* It's cherry blossom time in Vancouver. The photo above was one I took last year… Continue reading Cherry blossom time
Just Before Cock-Crow You are his friend from Galilee I do not, do not know the man I’m not his friend and not his clan he really is stranger to me. You’re dreaming up a fantasy you little wench with evil plan. You were with him from Galilee. On oath, I do not know the… Continue reading Just Before Cock-crow
April Special (A choose your own ending poem) Maitre d’ offers a menu of rain for starters a sprinkle, a spitting, a mist my glasses are blurry, my hair is damp-kissed but hors d’oeuvre about which I will not complain. Wind and cloud waitresses proffer the main with all-day-long drizzle, deluge and flood the road… Continue reading April Special
EXPOSÉ Pink seam held teal together so beautifully till black oozed out. Now everyone knows. © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly *********** This poem is in response to the photo of the Portuguese man-of-war that poet Laura Purdie Salas posted on her blog as a Thursday prompt. The challenge is to come up with a poem… Continue reading exposé
Clay Cup “Does a clay pot argue with its maker?” - Isaiah 45:9 (NLT) A clay cup put to the lips of a Dalit, Harijan, slumdog is not rinsed, washed or reused. The drinker is to break it crush it, ground it into dirt a reminder he is below, worthless untouchable. Would I be willing… Continue reading Clay Cup
El Nino Spring Worn out from all the push and bluster trees lean wearily northeast or lie broken and surrendered across limb-strewn streets. Drains are clogged with stubble of pine hair of cedar. Curbs catch once nubile catkins, fugitive leaves, pink drifts of downed petals. My poor crocuses who faithfully held high fistfuls of closed… Continue reading El Nino Spring
Family Table A handsome board in 1944 in clan of furniture they called a suite our walnut table opened up to more than eight, the matching chairs had padded seats. In youthful days it served mountains of food chicken, potatoes, bread, puddings with cream then listened to us add and sound out words cut crafts,… Continue reading Family table
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