Tea-a-tete I steep in your presence your interest draws from me thoughts I had stashed We brew a future infused with possibility fragrant with hope cosy in each others company our dreams in the pot at the end of Celestial it is time to uphold ceremony and become a party to our unique blend ©… Continue reading Tea-a-tete
Ben’s Quilt I got this quilt from Grandma Put it on the floor Ran my cars along the roads And made the engines roar, Raced my speedboat in the lake Drove the kids to school, Picked up groceries at the store And hauled wheat to the Pool.* Other blankets are for sleep But this one… Continue reading Ben’s quilt
Migration A little fog, a little snow a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight— at least… Continue reading Migration
sorting photos long ago, it seems so long ago all faded now to harvest gold and avocado green glossy rectangles and squares declare it so stiff sepia grooms and lacy brides that glow coiled hair, dark lips, like 20’s starlets from the screen long ago, it seems so long ago hosts of people I don’t… Continue reading sorting photos
Medalled Life is a balancing act of giving and receiving a volley of serving and being served We need to learn to use misfortune’s winds to sail us forward jump over each day’s hurdles without breaking stride focus on our targets so that we might hit them stroke, stroke, stroke and never stop until the… Continue reading Medalled
I find my old Doc Watson record Who would believe a plain black disk could hold such Shady Grove secrets or a needle on the end of a robot arm could tickle from a spiral of ridges guitars, banjoes, fiddles reeling around the room hoboes harmonizing jailhouse rhythms and a mountain man who fills the… Continue reading I find my old Doc Watson record
Beach day Sand-warmed intimate air drifts sunscreen, hot dogs, kelp sun-mellowed, anticipating fireworks -Violet Nesdoly *************** I love, love, love summer! Happy summer mornings, afternoons, and evenings to all who read here. This poem is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.
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
Cream I pass ivory tulips this morning and think of Aunt Sally “Let’s go out and shop for cream” she’d say each fall and spring She meant the color cream oyster, mushroom, buff or biscuit not stark or pure but antique the perfect tone of white for milky skin, honey-blonde hair to complement the gold… Continue reading Cream
Wild ride Crouch, stand tall mount the curling foam up and down in and out for the wild ride back to shore any wave will do © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly
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