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
Pin money If it's 1849 your name's Walter Hunt and you owe fifteen bucks to the draughtsman, twisting a piece of wire for three hours one afternoon should be about enough time to make the first safety pin — complete with coil spring and hidden point. After you've sold the rights and paid off your… Continue reading Pin money
The uniform of ever after (On reading ever after, a poetry chapbook by Robert Martens.) All small letters of the English alphabet are jealous of the characters who got set into ever after – a socialist utopia of egalitarian equivalence with no capitals in sight. Syntax wars of who comes first in sentence or name… Continue reading The uniform of ever after
Master Gardener's Touch You blossom a rose of dark beauty and haunting fragrance. I was the anxious gardener fretting when life's squalls toil, loneliness, misunderstandings buffeted you. Too protective I neglected to prune suckers of self-indulgence pinch off messiness, self-pity redirect a tendency to sulk. The Master Gardener must have taken His secateurs to you… Continue reading Master Gardener’s Touch
Permission When Mom was in the middle of planning her next cross-stitch crafting table centers for the Christmas banquet or piecing a quilt her workspace was chaos but her excitement, the sparkle in her told me dreaming, planning, designing, creating energizes. Maybe she is why I don’t feel guilty sitting here right now at my… Continue reading Permission
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