I can see her there astride the pony, Sullen fingers entwined in its coarse mane, Her scowl a hint of stubbornness to come Into full blossom in her later years, As her triumphant ride around the lot Was ruined by the smooth refusal of The thin-lipped brunette handler to let go Of the reins and [...]
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She was Born with It
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on March 16, 2008 | 10 Comments »
On Chemistry
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on March 6, 2008 | 25 Comments »
I don’t recall the particular mix Of chemicals I poured that day. You lit the burner to add some heat While I stirred and stirred and stirred, The rhythmic clink of glass on glass Punctuating the silence as we peered Anxiously into the simmering brew And hoped we’d got the solution right. I don’t remember [...]
Kitchen Therapy
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings, Writers Island on February 8, 2008 | 35 Comments »
I will clear them out, The jar of olives that you kept Just behind the mustard that was Far too spicy for my palate. And the bleu cheese dressing that You used to toss the salad with Before you served it even though You knew I liked French better. Here’s one more can of Mr. [...]
On Tasting Daffodils
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on November 18, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Purple-stained fingers carried Hard-won blossoms of the season’s turning. Sun-bright faces bowed in silent homage To the bloody journey home, Her valiant march through berry-laden brambles, Hands ravaged by the bush’s arsenal of thorns, Pausing only long enough to lick away A single scarlet drop, its iron tang Merging with the fruited breeze to birth [...]
Poetsong
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on November 4, 2007 | 3 Comments »
My pockets are all empty, No coins for me to spend, But I’ve got poems aplenty That I’ll gladly volunteer. I know that times are lean, The sorrows just don’t end, But I’ve got songs to sing If you’ll lend a kindly ear. So pull up another chair And join me here, my friend, I’ve [...]
What She Kept
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on September 17, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Some of her friends collected figurines. Some dolls, some stamps, some coins. But she collected moments, kept them So she could hold them up, one by one, Turn them around to see every angle, Each one a tiny mote of her life, Frozen in amber, tucked away safe So they couldn’t be lost, where No [...]
On Writing
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on September 11, 2007 | 4 Comments »
No evenings, no afternoons, not at the end of a day’s work, not after cooking dinner, nor post-dishwashing, no. Writing was a morning endeavor, she had learned, to be undertaken when the world was young, the breeze through the window bracing, the light just the right greenly-golden hue at just the right angle, slant-wise and [...]
What She Loved and Lost
Posted in poetry, Sunday Scribblings on September 1, 2007 | 16 Comments »
It was all the little endings that bothered her most, the ones that slipped by without notice, things she always thought she’d do or see again some day, but realized now she never would. The coffee shop where she’d sipped mochas after school, gone, and the puffy clouds painted on the ceiling no doubt [...]
Goosebumps
Posted in Sunday Scribblings on August 11, 2007 | 3 Comments »
This week’s prompt over at Sunday Scribblings: What gives you goosebumps? Do you like scary stuff? What else gives you goosebumps? Well, I like scary stuff. Sort of. Sometimes. I’m a big, big baby when it comes to ghosty scary stuff – it gets to me. I trace it back to a stupid third-grade me who [...]
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