Trust? (After Psalm 91:4) Under hollow bones connected by mere cartilage and skin clothed in feathers and down? Then I remember the wing-bearer has the heart of a lion. © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* The internet is full of interesting poetry prompts. My attention was snagged by this photo of a wing with its… Continue reading Trust?
Just when you thought the excitement was over I know you just fell asleep after his midnight feed and that you’ve had an exhausting day. I know we’ve dreamed of living – just the three of us – in rooms behind the cedar-fragrant shop and that I promised to build you a kitchen table and… Continue reading Just when you thought the excitement was over
Withdrawal White journals empty calendars all quiet bland, proper house January sober. I need chocolate! © January 2012, by Violet Nesdoly ********************** This poem started out trying to be about something new, as inspired by Adele Kenny's Happy New Year prompt. But it insisted on whining and begging, so I let it.
Winter Metamorphosis All day dull rain sobs grey soaking the green-brown turf autumn leaves orange and red now rot to rust and earth grizzled coiffures of trees scribble gunmetal sky chill darkness falls at four and still the gutters cry. Before we open shades we sense unearthly bright the frost has bled earth dry embalmed… Continue reading Winter Metamorphosis
Black December nights sparkle jewel box ruby sapphire, diamond, jade
Best Christmases were long ago and far away. Weihnacht? But all is wet and green; there is no snow. “Good morning, Mrs. Rempel, how are you today?” At breakfast munch the toast while carols play... sang that one in a pageant once and stole the show; best Christmases were long ago and far away. No… Continue reading Menno Home Christmas
Christmas Crossroads Mary could have said ‘No’ to the angel and refused the Spirit’s advances Joseph could have broken the engagement and exposed Mary to the wrath of the law The shepherds could have dismissed the angels as illusion their invitation to Bethlehem foolhardy and impractical The wise men could have rationalized the star into… Continue reading Christmas Crossroads
Let Christmas Come Let strings of rainbows ringing patios, and radiant pearls outlining roofs blink into the twilight. Let the sales flyers fatten the morning papers while evening forays to the mall flatten wallets. Let Christmas come. Let “Joy to the World” circulate around preoccupied customers loading carts with gadgets, turkeys and chocolates. Let Michael,… Continue reading Let Christmas Come
Today I’m antisocial Their fingers are rattling on computers in warm kitchens and on the sweaty number pads of smart-phones I am aware of the brave souls of housewives sprouting chirpily on Facebook updates The chatty words of comments pass me by along with clever handwaves from the keyboards of the networked and the YouTubes… Continue reading Today I’m antisocial
November morning This cold sulky morning Earth is her true Monday self the last urge to impress with sun and warmth quelled in October. Now days are at the mercy of how bitter, irritable nasty and vile she will get. No need to tone down tantrums because tender May or June are about. In the… Continue reading November morning
