July 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Water stories : an octet

1. My grandfather slipped into silence for several days at a time. It was a family thing, you see, my grandmother and her sons accepted water from a stranger – he meant no harm. Brother Harry from diphtheria went to a grave in Wyandotte’s ground. Willy he never knew nor do I know of hisContinue reading “Water stories : an octet”

and i sat watching

for a pot of gold for a ripe tomato for prince charming for an end to loneliness for a place of solitude but i didn’t see anything except for a cockroach except for a broken promise except for a worn out shoe except for a paper chain which is strung around my neck and iContinue reading “and i sat watching”

what i’d do

i’d do most things for you i’d swim backstroke through tidal waves pulling me under the under toe i’d do it yes i’d trek upwards on ground dirt bike paths blinding my eyes that sun is but i’d do it eroding my feet to stumps crutching my way along over there i’d go yes i’dContinue reading “what i’d do”

I will not change

I will not change I may get stouter, shorter, grayer, but I will not change. I may move on to other places, situations, heartaches and defeats, but I will not change. I may get lonely, crossed and overlooked – the snake may cross my path dragging me down with him, but I will not change.Continue reading “I will not change”