PoetryJune 16, 2006 4:36 pm
Whirling silver and chrome, a dark center with an outer rim … spinning stories of travel, adventure and mystery. Circles within circles … hypnotic webs of flowers. Subaru. Chevrolet. Toyota.
PoetryJune 6, 2006 8:31 am
poem
you scare me
when you dare me
to go deeper into the well
of my own life
I wander into the kitchen
do the dishes
your voice falling over me
like a blanket of sunshine in spring
PoetryJune 5, 2006 9:31 am
I’m drinking a chicory coffee-substitute out of a ceramic cup, yellow handle, yellow interior and yellow chicken on a green and blue background. The chicken has a one dot back eye, a curved black line for its wing and an orange comb and beak. Two black three-pronged feet stick out like an after thought. I bought the cup on sale after Easter. I also bought a similar one with a white duck on a lilac background (two for the price of one and there was only one chicken). I felt a bit silly but the sale price helped. I like the chicken one because it reminds me of my pet hen, Roxy, that I had as a child. I need things to remind me that I was a child and the chicken cup triggers a soft spot in me.
Poems are soft spots in my life. They’re the "take time out" spots. They’re spots to drink out of my favorite cup, snuggle in my special chair, and eat some of the popcorn I just made for myself. They also have the potential to change my perspective and heaven knows what miracles can happen when I change my perspective.
PoetryJune 1, 2006 9:49 am
Mosquito
yesterday
it would’ve been easy
to put my thumb on you
press down hard
watch the spurt of blood
flick you away
and wash my red fingers
today
I watch you hover
at the sink
looking for water
my hand trembles
as I admire
your long legs
delicate wings
your life
precious as mine
