Golden Streets

Laying rocks through town
Cottage Grove folks gathered all,
to keep dust away

the people needed paved streets
Gold was in those rocks
mineral testing proved then

Cottage Grove is known as the
city with streets paved
with gold; you can believe it


---Haiku


In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

A Friend

Eighty pounds of joy, laughter without end
never again will I encounter such a friend

Chasing a half-deflated basketball
summers romping among grasses my friend

Brindled and sleek, quick and yet very meek
a kinder dog no one will ever befriend

Winters sharing blankets; cords by the ton
you, staring at the heater, as if a friend

Me now looking heavenward lost, alone
searching for you, my lost and faithful friend


--- a Ghazal




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

 

Wish You Were Here

Greetings:

Wish you were here,
the screeching whimps
in a jungle-wrapped
carcass of loneliness
hold me captive,
struggling for release,

There is no closure,
no opening, no escape,
once in the jumbled
slap-slap-slapping of
tree-whips scourging;
forever crying out
for you.



In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Diminishing

Wishing giant's ladders more stable
so we can put beans at the table
and eat all that we are able

Reckoning myself aground
falling, really, to the ground
frustration round and round

No magic will we glean
no meat or beans for O'Lean
our cupboards bare and lean.


---Diminishing Verse




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Senseless

She lay motionless
water drip, drip, dripping
into the shower
I could smell chlorine
settling in the air,
reaching out my finger
to feel for life, seemed
futile, yet it is what
is done at times like this,
and tasted the last of
life's warm breath.


In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

 

The Eyes Have It

Do not close your eyes
visit that scene again
where a fist clutches your heart
and rips it out your chest

That scene once seen
will not be undone
so whatever the cost
Do Not Close Your Eyes.





In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Marguerite Annie Johnson

All hail Marguerite Annie Johnson
known to most as Maya Angelou,
Perfume her grave with flowers
and grace the site with baby's breath,
For here lay a rare one we know
Who's heart benevoled many.
Her hands remain unblemished
Aiding all who came to her,
seeking those who might desire.
Chairing, forming, heading groups
to give, give, and give some more,
Ah, never were a poet more nude
or honest, or repaired, than Maya Angelou,
I will count the days till we meet.


---An Elegy




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!