Those Old Nomadic Ways

Those Old Nomadic Ways

A tiny camper
glimpsed
rushing by on the freeway
away
past other cars
and realities

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Sunday Comes Calling

two chairs marked ‘free’ from our condo building lobby

Sunday Comes Calling

Maybe I Like Picasso

Woman Playing Mandolin, Picasso

Maybe I Like Picasso

Watching From The Window

Nimrud Ivory – Woman at the Window

Watching From The Window

Under Grandma’s Quilt – Love Poem for Valentine’s Challenge

Under Grandma’s Quilt

I Have Loved You Other Times – A Love Poem

I Have Loved You Other Times

The Censored Self – A Poem

This is a poem I wrote – year or so ago – about self censorship.  Today seems to be an appropriate time to put this on Poet’s Corner because we can’t let it happen.

Eyes So Blue – A Love Poem for A Poetry Challenge

Poetry challenge: Ice hotel poem.

Eyes So Blue
Your words froze
into air and time.
Breathing into blue
I covered you
with all the love I’d saved

Off The To Do List

Off The To Do List

This morning
the traffic was stalled.
At the red light
I looked at you.
It had begun to rain
again.
You looked at me.

Notes To My Poet

Calliope – Chief Muse

Notes To My Poet
Strike when the fire is hot
that hammer upon the steel
and forge together
moon and stars
hopes and fears
and all that you can
in a moment.

Ellespeth

Too Soon Yore – Triquint poetry challenge

I’ve taken up this triquint poem challenge.  I don’t usually do poetry forms so I decided to really torture myself and attempt a triquint.

scattered understanding of a triquint poem
lines 3 and 4 repeat in each verse
line 5 rhymes in each verse
9,7,5,3,1
aaAAb (hmmm? not sure with the capital A’s mean)

Like An Amish Hope Chest

I deep cleaned the study this afternoon.  This is not the chest that inspired me, but we have one like this from David’s family.Like An Amish Hope Chest
She’s old and worn
chipped but smoothed
rounded edges
faded but red
orange
like a setting sun’s ruby
set in a violet sky
painting a life
with delicate brushings
of usefulness.

Ellespeth

Approaching The Garden

Approaching The Garden

When it’s time to water the garden
throw open the gate.
Prepare a path
for fairies and elves
and all things magical.

Ellespeth

Still Spring Cleaning In August – A Love Poem

Still Spring Cleaning In August

In the closet stays
the glittered
Christmas flats
from rituals
of long ago
along with the last
bohemian skirt
mother patched for me
and patched again
– these must remain
untouched
because they are a link
to all that was.