Archive for ‘Alanna’

September 17, 2017

The Crows Come at Sunset

by Alanna

THE CROWS COME AT SUNSET

From all corners of the sky

Black silhouettes winging together as a noisy flock

On their way to their secret destination

Which I long to know

read more »

Advertisements
August 28, 2017

50th Anniversary

by Alanna
img_1511.jpg

Photo by the author

It was post war

I mean the second World War

My white generation made its appearance

With the “Leave it to Beaver” show & Betty Crocker

We were entertained by black & white TV

Glued to the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday evenings

While eating red jello for dessert

read more »

August 22, 2017

Ecliptica

by Alanna
IMG_8191

Photo by K. Russell

The sun & the moon

met each other in the freshness of an August morning

and as they embraced, the sun smiled brightly

read more »

August 20, 2017

Nectar

by Alanna

 

rose-648645_1920

Photo by Pixabay




 

I awoke in the middle of a flower

To a world of pink petals

And saffron yellow,

read more »

August 16, 2017

We Have a Choice

by Alanna

WE HAVE A CHOICE

Shut off the news

and choose beauty

Let a song well up in your throat

and fill the air

read more »

August 10, 2017

’63 VW

by Alanna

I have the heart & soul

of a ’63 VW Bug

In my youth

A steady warrior of the road

But now

A purring antiquity

That prefers the slow lane

read more »

August 9, 2017

Fear

by Alanna

snake-2082037_1920The opposite of courage

The backside of love & creativity

Its tendrils approach from behind

Silently wrapping themselves around your neck

Until you are paralyzed

Suffocating in its sticky web

read more »

July 29, 2017

Dancing Alone

by Alanna

My muse lost me

Or did I lose her?

I turn around and she is gone

read more »

July 25, 2017

Write Me

by Alanna

 

mom-1290656_1920

photo by pixabay

The poem tugged on my apron strings

Begging for attention

When I ignored it

It crept into the kitchen of my mind

read more »

July 22, 2017

Burrow

by Alanna

If I had a burrow

I would crawl into it

Make a bed of soft moss

read more »

July 20, 2017

Distraction

by Alanna

I was on my way to my studio

When dust bunnies began biting my ankles

Mold in the bathroom started to whine

read more »

July 17, 2017

Sensitive

by Alanna

You are too sensitive

My mother says to my 10 year-old-self

I look at her quizzically, confused.

read more »

July 12, 2017

Return

by Alanna

When I  opened the door

It was like revisiting a book I had set aside

Trying to remember the plot and the main character,

Myself, and my part in the story

read more »

July 3, 2017

Departure

by Alanna

It all started with an idea 

manifesting

to a penciled entry on my calendar

Later changing to ink.

As the date drew closer and closer

Loose ends started appearing everywhere

Coming out of crevices

I didn’t know existed.

read more »

May 29, 2017

First Migration

by Alanna

arctic-tern-1249243_1920

 FIRST MIGRATION

A sliver of a moon

Shimmered off my left shoulder

As we pumped our wings

Rhythmically, silently

Through the darkness of the frigid night.

read more »

May 26, 2017

ON THE WAY

by Alanna

“Are we almost there yet?”1309f33c20927d222859100d29bb9db5

I whined to my parents as we motored down seemingly endless highways

punctuated with Burma-Shave signs,jack44

Jumbo Orange stands and other odd roadside attractions.

We traveled to the pace of a ’56 Chevy Station wagon

two-toned Red & White

read more »