October 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Loons

This Michigan migrant sets up house in the most remote of places – no longer common in the land of a developer’s dream. A pair will stake their territory, warding off interlopers with yodels and tremolos. The eerie call of nature is necessary if they are to ensure enough food and security for the youngContinue reading “Loons”

Reflections of the optimist

The optimist in me aspires to forgetting my doctor’s name, with the words that I remember repeat on end and are the same from Monday through Saturday, and Sunday comes and goes with no difference in my mind. Year begetting year each day will be the same as the day before. Never-ending repetition will whisperContinue reading “Reflections of the optimist”

The poet ponders

I keep looking for the switch that will turn the dark to light, a desperate flight of common sense has left me desolate. You kneel in silence, and I will kneel in prayer – let racism jet off somewhere else. Perhaps to a mountain’s cliff, icy and cold where it will shiver and fold likeContinue reading “The poet ponders”