Category Archives: Poem of the Week

Poem of the Week – 1/21/16 – Earth and Sky

earth and skyEarth and Sky

Brown
The color of his eyes
The color of earth
Grounded and strong
Calm and perseverant
His arms around me
Make me crave his power
His kiss tames my flighty spirit
His eyes show me
The depth of his soul
Blue
The color of my eyes
The color of sky
Aloof and flexible
Curious and untamed
I am seduced by his placid strength
And captured by his commitment to the moment
He pulls me away from my constant analysis
Forces me back into my body
Only to devour me and leave me both broken and stronger.

Poem of the Week – 1/15/16 – Martha Stewart and My Raw Chicken

martha-stewart, Martha StewartMartha Stewart and My Raw Chicken

I learned how to cut up a raw chicken 27 years ago by watching Martha Stewart on TV.

I spread waxed paper on the table and grabbed a kitchen knife,
The wrong kind, of course.
How was I to know the difference between a butcher knife, a paring knife, a steak knife, or any other kind of knife?

I watched Martha gracefully slice through the chicken,
Cutting easily through the bones
Without even getting any on her blouse.

I was a mess,
Hacking through the fowl thing like an untrained laborer cutting a log with a dull saw,
Chicken blood and muck spread all over me.

After the show was over and Martha declared her chicken a “good thing,”
My chicken didn’t look like her chicken.
My coffee table didn’t look like her kitchen counter.
And I didn’t look like Martha.

I cried.

Then I cooked the chicken and cleaned up my mess.
I put on clean clothes and makeup and did my hair.

When my husband came home I served him the chicken,
And he loved it.

I smiled.
I felt like Martha Stewart.

Poem of the Week – 1/9/15 – Disposable

cut treeChristmas trees litter the gutters

Waiting for the annual tree disposal pick up.

Such a nice service for the community,

Saving us all a trip to the dump.

Standing on my curb I look down the street

At the dead, fallen forest.

What a sad ending to a season of home and joy.

We all move on, throwing out our hope with the trash.

Poem of the Week – Words – 12/13/14

wordleWords

They wake me from my slumber
Begging, insisting, demanding release from the confines of my mind.
I force them aside;
They push harder.
I try to appease them by giving them time to run free in my thoughts,
But that’s not enough.
They give me no peace until I write them down,
Giving them the respect they inspire.
Only then will they release me to sleep
Or be held captive by other words,
Demanding their place on the page.

Poem of the Week – 12/5/14

My Magic Body

mirror

 Aging, aching, limping, lumpy

My body speaks to me loudy

As I begin the sixth decade of my life

The mirror isn’t my friend

It’s more of an emotionless reminder

That life is constant change

And my body is my body

Regardless of how I feel about it

When I try to walkmy body feels

Heavy, resistant, unforgiving

But in the arms of a lover my body is

Perfect, sexy, powerful

Magic.