Clay Cup “Does a clay pot argue with its maker?” - Isaiah 45:9 (NLT) A clay cup put to the lips of a Dalit, Harijan, slumdog is not rinsed, washed or reused. The drinker is to break it crush it, ground it into dirt a reminder he is below, worthless untouchable. Would I be willing… Continue reading Clay Cup
Family Table A handsome board in 1944 in clan of furniture they called a suite our walnut table opened up to more than eight, the matching chairs had padded seats. In youthful days it served mountains of food chicken, potatoes, bread, puddings with cream then listened to us add and sound out words cut crafts,… Continue reading Family table
A Winter Wish Soft air is gentle, warm and kind my limbs are tanned and free the doves coo tender, flowers sway with butterfly and bee The roads unfold to waterfall rock beach and pounding spray the sweet days slip like pearls unstrung this winter holiday If only I could have a wish I’d order… Continue reading A Winter Wish
Boulder Sea turtle tossing in the waves surf and rocks play for hours lift head high to catch a breath boulder on the beach © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly
Newbies Friday night newcomers, pale-skinned crowd store aisles shopping for week ahead in Maui sun Monday they’ll be tanned **************** We recently returned from a two-week holiday on Maui. What a treat! I had never been to any of the Hawaiian islands before, so everything was novel and new. I took lots of photos and… Continue reading Maui Scrapbook – Newbies
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
Mid-Sixties “Don’t be sharp or flat, just be natural” - Willie Stargell pleated skirt Everly Brothers Brylcreem hair angora your message in my yearbook …such a clever line © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly ******************* In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I've challenged myself to write one poem a day this November. I'm using a variety of… Continue reading Mid-sixties
Apple Collection Because they come in wood, brass, marble clocks, tiles and trivets Because their roundness pleases their coats of red, yellow, green and mottled appeal Because of Delicious names like Jonagold, Granny Smith, Red Rome and Spartan Because of the sweet-tart of Newtons and One a day keeps the doctor away Because they morph… Continue reading apple collection
A poem is i 15-minute stretch session that turns into an hour-long workout daily dose of Vitamin B Complex empowering, strengthening, energizing word binge of connotation, alliteration, rhyme rich helpings of similes and metaphors catharsis, mind-cleanse, purge veiled in enigma to say the unsayable one more cipher on the cell-wall of life ii gift bag… Continue reading A poem is
Seasonal Junction The shouts of the kids from the pool and the smell of chlorine alternate with the smack of a kicked soccer ball and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall like the warm-to-cool currents that pass over swimmers in blue summer lakes. © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (all rights… Continue reading Seasonal Junction
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