July 2019 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Channeling Langston Hughes

Exhaustion is my mantra when bullies are deified, and the very word itself is redefined. Let us take a peeler – free the orange from rind, perhaps the hate will dissipate, turning into kind.

I wish I were a mockingbird beyond the reach of human cant – can’t step around the hate of all that is different. So easy is the blackbird life who squawks at me upon the beach – his reach is plain for all to see he has no use for human greed. Newborn babes areContinue reading “I wish I were a mockingbird”

A world of earthly delights

I am close, too close I know when the tree swallow divebombs me – Stay away! Stay away! The click, click, click replaces his usual song. This is how walking goes during the season of nests. You created a monster he told his wife. I am a woman undone by feathers and flying things. IsContinue reading “A world of earthly delights”

Star stuff

On the dike he frolics – an otter captured through the corner of my eye, while the ibis flees, not allowing me to espy a silhouette framed by raindrops. I must be crazy, soaked like these creatures, near relatives by chromosome. Meanwhile a pheasant ventures across the road. Life is good here and now, thisContinue reading “Star stuff”