Posts for June 28, 2023 (page 4)

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Poem

What Women Do

We women
maturate, matriculate, micturate, menstruate, masticate, marinate, mitigate, modulate, moderate, meliorate, machinate, motivate, manipulate, mismate,
medicate and mandate, and if we can’t mandate,
we masturbate.


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Poem

Single Earrings

Over time I have lost
more than a few earrings.
I have a jewelry box
of mate-less pretties.  

I recall a particular favorite,
tangerine in color, lost at church.
Another one, black and gold, fell
during a brisk autumn walk.
I still look for it along the route.   

I got the idea to partner the singletons
in artistic, whimsical ways,
my ears a novel Match.com  

But I would have been better off
going pirate with only one.
A person reaches the age
when wearing mismatched earrings
hints at something
not clever and imaginative
but puzzling and peculiar.   

It has been brought to my attention
that I have reached that age.


Registration photo of Sophie Watson for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Pointe du Hoc

Ode to William R. Wells
PFC 331 INF 83 DIV
Kentucky, July 4th, 1944

This is the moon we sink our hands into,
craters spiral under tentative footsteps
weightlessly moving from the sea,
silent as dark stars, burning in our guts,

Beneath an American flag the coastline
bides quiet as a promise. Terrifyingly still,
having been mourning for nearly eighty years,
swallowing sorrow and foreigner’s flowers.

We are trespassers to a great tragedy,
looming around the edges of a memory
we do not own. Passed down through bone,
the saltwater in our blood thins to a whisper.

We’ll picture their bodies, surrendered to only tide
and god. Did he watch, did he kneel on the backs
of every dove that will not sing? Much larger
than all tragedies, we’ll picture their lives.

The million shattered relics dissolving 
through the turning of hands, through 
mothers missing sons, through poppies
on the outskirts of Omaha, bleeding wind.

The clouds come with condolence, the skyline
folds over her every wound where angels 
came through. Angels, in the hills, on the bluffs
watching the wheel turn, watching the end come.

The wildflowers do not deal in war, only dream
of centuries they’ve never touched. White butterflies
obliviously kiss every bomb crater, wandering ghosts.
Come light on our palms, let us remember.


Registration photo of Samuel Collins for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

When I’m In Charge

Snow days for all: Child,
Adult, Volunteer or Pro.
We heal together.


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Poem

The Red Light

The Red Light

stops me
a cacophony of chirps
penetrate through closed windows
through the smooth-running engine’s hums
through the starless darkness

confused by this unusual occurrence
of earlier than the early birds’ avian chatter
I open the cockpit’s porthole to get a better listen

I am transported to the airport’s
drop-off and pick-up area
where incessant avifauna noise
plays on a loop meant to keep all
real birds at bay

I say to myself there is no way
anyone would do such a thing
play fake birdsong out here on the edge
of town next to the interstate
adjacent from affordable housing

a traffic light that’s never red at 430AM
was crimson this morning so I might be privy
to something new this day

with eyes and ears open to a life
outside of and bigger than my little world
a transcending sanity washes me awake


Registration photo of DadaDaedalus for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

(dont)askanymore

self exile after war’s end

Camelot and Sussex clot
shack by the seashore
Thoreau myself into studies.
who else would wash ashore
but wanton wings of Icarus
what else would wash ashore
but mimicry mocking malfeasance
silhouette casts over water’s edge
fishing for full attention
King Mordred, reformed, of Camelot
visiting the hero living in his back lot
will you grant me one magic favor
as the Sussex ruler’s savior
 
of course
whatever you need
If you do me one later
repurpose the Labyrinth
to posthumously entomb all magic. 

Registration photo of Les the Mess for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Resignation

Ignore the smoke house. 
Take off the family gloves;
Erase broken love. 


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Poem

Mother


baby bird eyes bulging
from the translucent face

arms folded tucked under
twig legs bent pulled up

she died there in
the queen size nest


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Poem

Sunflowers, You Tower And Shower The Garden With Your Face

There is nowhere 

that you do not see. How pretty

the days of you. 


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Poem

My table

I used to beg for attention
Like a puppy begging for table scraps
But I don’t need other people
To fill my plate
When it’s my table and
I can eat as I please