overcast spring day
musing under olive tree
on top of the world
poems
Metre
do not watch too closely
cogs in the wheel of time —
observe their passing as
the rhythm of a poem —
not clicks of the abacus
Dry Fog of Oblivion
after seven years of severe perimenopause
i am 95% no longer the person i used to be
and don’t even feel like a woman anymore
just a meltdown mutant shellshocked blob
of stress, desiccation, emotion, exhaustion
Let’s have six
just 1 dance
just 1 kiss
just 1 brush
against my lips
2 brown eyes
gazing into mine
2 strong arms
holding me tight
3 little words
whispered in my ear
a little 4 play
5 minutes or so
the rest of the calculation
I’m sure you know!
Tempest
If your storm has lightning and rainbows —
Be glad, be glad.
Unrealistic
I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
blackout poetry created from Connie Willis, Passage, 2001
Drifter
Moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep —
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death
Changeup
We need rests called naps
and rests called play,
We need little moving rests
called getting away.
Vertigo
i think my body
is afraid of heights
because my mind
is already always
too dangerously
close to the edge
Reasonless
there’s no reason
grief and hope
can’t be friends
Acupuncturist
pulse tells our secrets —
seeking wellness with needles
healer points the way —
Begrudge
don’t disdain the youth their ideals
or their puppy love head-over-heels
eventually they will learn and settle
inevitable retrogress — lover & rebel