Tag poems

Odd Ball

This moon this changing mood am I waxing am I waning am I full? These empty ovaries twin moons white nodules in the sea of me fireless stony and silent. My mood slithers from orbit like a cracked egg sliding…

Q-Tips

Because the insides of my ears are wet I put down my chore and heed the Q-Tips’ call. I must swab out my canals while the wax is soft, and dry them so the wind no longer tingles through cooling…

Silence

The long cold silent winter stretches out like a thin blanket on a loveless bed. I trust life is breathing – a barely beating heart in hidden leaves and sunken acorns frigid bulbs. The silence menaces me. No birds no…

Publishing in Chalk

My children attended a tiny public alternative school in Toronto. Each year all families were encouraged to attend the graduation of the grade 6 class. This whole-school event was an annual tradition. Even though my children were just beginning at…

Chattering

Born with this big bundle bursting and chattering scattering love like dropped petals from wildflowers carelessly and carefully. Look what I picked for you, mommy! From my hot and sweaty hand she takes them, but later I find them withered…

Undertow

The tide is turning and in the draw the green frothy murk of the undertow. I see the flotsam of his needs scattered, the sad rotting angels swirling, the helpmeet dying, the precious words decaying – what am I saying?!…

koo koo ka choo

Semolina Pilchard published three poems today one of which is my “Aging”. The three poems share a theme, the turn of seasons, the resurrection; nice choice for this Passover/Easter weekend. I love the line in Joseph Farley’s poem, “A season…