The Custodian The coffee cups we take into the sanctuary she sees as spots to scrub from the carpet later. On youth night she braces herself for toilets plugged with paper towel sinks clogged with toilet paper. The inconspicuous, numberless door in the hallway we’ve never really noticed— she has the key to it could… Continue reading The Custodian
Bullied Abecedarium Alone now I am bullied, bruised, battered crushed, crying, closed for love. Don’t look at me. Even my Facebook friends are fiends. Go away so I can hurt myself. I hate myself— I am an idiot, there is no justice for me just kicks, no love just more menacing messages. Never thought one,… Continue reading Bullied Abecedarium
BABY SHOWER I sit in a circle of women, exclaiming over sleepers, booties and bibs, careful not to startle the porcelain doll – soft unaccustomed weight in my arms. I glimpse, across the circle, my baby almost 17 and beautiful laughing with her friends. © 2004 by V. Nesdoly **************** Happy Birthday to my… Continue reading I sit in a circle of women …
Secretive, sneaky, unexpected and silent Taking things to which you never gave a thought things you never thought you’d lose … Reach, hug, walk read, write, talk Only blurry memories now your mute self Kept captive, confused within your betrayal of a body awaiting prognosis of the next Electrocardiogram, CT, MRI lab report, doctor, therapist… Continue reading Cerebrovascular Accident
Betrayer I never fit with the eleven. Fishermen, tax collector, even the Carpenter lack my calculating mind. Obviously now a push is needed to make Him show Himself for who He is. The others will thank me from their places by the throne even the J. brothers— getting their mother to ask for left and… Continue reading Betrayer
Author David Harrison's Adult Word of the Month (W.O.P.) Poems feature snake poems this month. Here's my take on SNAKE.
TABITHA While others haggled over meat and fish I caressed bolts of nubby linen examined weave of wool marveled at the rich lightness of silk. When I became disciple love of finery and fabric was all I had to give the Risen Wearer of the unseamed cloak. Then I forsook my search for that embroidered… Continue reading Tabitha
Leah “…bury me with my fathers…. There they buried Abraham and Sarah…Isaac and Rebekah…and there I buried Leah” - Jacob in Genesis 49:29-31 The morning after Jacob lay with me even my weak eyes saw his anger. When I give him a son he will love me. Even my weak eyes saw his joy at… Continue reading Leah
The Witness of Rooms The heart of our family was the dining room more than the tight kitchen with its claustrophobia of cupboards woodbox on wheels, tilting-out flour bin that hid desperate-legged beetles and gas stove whose oven POOF! terrified me when I was eight. The dining room had the fridge and the wood table… Continue reading The witness of rooms
Messy Poetry is messy all these snippets of poems lying around all these lines that keep asking to be changed or moved into another poem altogether how do I keep track? And look at these books —mere brochures with spines too skinny for titles slight, yet too weighty for the garbage lovely to hold but… Continue reading Messy – Poetry Friday
Violet Nesdoly 