Poetry Category
Meditation #7
Posted on September 24, 2021 Leave a Comment
Do you think the monarch has moments where he wishes to return to the comfortable solitude of his chrysalis?
Meditation #6
Posted on September 18, 2021 Leave a Comment
Use the breath to keep the heat of the moment from becoming a spark that begins an all-consuming wildfire.
Meditation #5
Posted on September 15, 2021 1 Comment
How is it that when we return from walking a distance we are not the same person as when we began?
Meditation #3
Posted on August 27, 2021
Gratitude has become my companion and lover in the way no mortal can or could For no matter the weather or way love is but a breath away and can be taken by no one … Image courtesy S. Hermann & F. Richter via Pixabay
Everyday Poem #2
Posted on July 9, 2021 1 Comment
I eavesdrop on the deli manager tell an older gentleman where he went to high school It’s the teacher names not his graduation year that tells me he was, once upon a very long time ago, my student. . His class was my westside Dead Poet’s Society studying Shakespeare and Frost between whole-class bouts of […]
Everyday Poem #1
Posted on July 8, 2021 2 Comments
I sip hot coffee watching July sunrise and shimmer in waves from the potholed black pavement between me and one man walking a peaked rooftop snapping photos of sun-worn shingles and rusted chimney flashing while another man sleeping under a straggly bush no one has trimmed since the casino arrived on West Broad when one […]
Upon Turning 50//Poem 2
Posted on May 21, 2021
Three sassy sixth grade girls Tightened their hijabs and stormed into the library At first Unhappily and unwillingly forced To spend time with me today Six days before the last day Of what has been an extraordinary school year. The sum total of their ages Two decades less the total of mine The problems we […]
Upon Turning 50//Poem 1
Posted on May 18, 2021 4 Comments
When people ask about your dating life after 50 (as if it’s any of their fucking business) And you say You’ve sworn off apps (your hobbies do not include dating) You’ve already raised and buried a husband (marriage is a man-made construct) You love your life (Friday nights at home are your vibe) You’re happily […]
Squares
Posted on May 12, 2021 1 Comment
Would my life be better if I had learned to play chess instead of checkers? Then I could start out as a king Instead of waiting for my crown.
Pandemic Poem #34
Posted on March 30, 2021
*originally written 7.2.20 Darby Dan training loop and Greenway trail, 5.52 Sometimes we learn things we have believed for decades to be untrue. Like the wiry, dry flowers lining highways in July are chicory, not cornflowers. (They are both blue) Or that friendships can grow and change and evolve through conflict into something new.
