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
The Landscape Listens – a cento But westward look, the land is bright! Under the sunset’s flush how often have I bless’d the coming day with magic in my eyes flushed, and the skyline pulsed with the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time blue, ruby, gold and green between the whiteness of… Continue reading The Landscape Listens – a cento
Cost of Rebirth Consider the egg how it hides life within a calcium cocoon protects and nourishes the chick within until too large restless and strong pecks free destroys its home egg now mere shell of former self becomes nest detritus Consider the egg how it sustains life surrenders to boil, scramble stir, whip, mix… Continue reading Cost of rebirth
Love Of Fare At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air as I sample each poet’s concoction: haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection. Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound I’m becoming an addict of diction, till I stumble around very drunk on profound poems that make my… Continue reading Love of fare
O Mocking Bassinet O mocking bassinet and now unneeded treasure hoard of pink and blue, I cannot look at you. O mutinous organ, inhospitable home full of treachery and betrayal, Why expel this tiny life most loved? O unrefreshing rain of tears and blood Fill up my heart’s black bottomless void – All that is… Continue reading O Mocking Bassinet
Violet Nesdoly 