Life and Death – Anne's mediocre poetry

Just another day in the neighborhood

I would like to choseanother door –I don’t need a vacationto Bora Boraa new cara mink coatnope don’twant a newbedroom seta night at the operaa day at the museumI just want thedoor wherecars don’t backfirechildren aren’t screaming –diving under desksI want the door wherethe people don’t bleed 2/14/2023

What remains

Achilles heelfrom some previous centurySisyphus and a rockwith the lesson of prideCassandra’s warningunheeded as everAriadne’s threador how to escapeMedea and her childrenwhere vengeance is brutalJudith with a head is just awarrior woman unleashedPortia in her eloquenceIsabel in her silenceQuixote with a windmillGiverny’s gardens withirises of upturned headsMoonlight Sonatahaunting the foreverDavid allcurves and perfectionTikalThe Great SphinxhowContinue reading “What remains”

Circling

In the summer of our discontent poison ivy whispers upon the skin – take me with you brother – and so begins the wallowing in heat without the water’s edge. All the sky and water and earth are nothing but a shadow of a mother who paints us with love anyways, for cruelty lies inContinue reading “Circling”

Favorite things

The eye of a vireo like Dorothy’s ruby red, when I actually see it my grin opens wide. The carpet newly vacuumed, the dishes put away, the sheets when pulled from dryer, the smell of them laying down. My father’s voice resounding with ‘How great thou art’, my mother’s apple pie, no birthday went without.Continue reading “Favorite things”

the age of extinction

the fretting over every living thing begins with the clone of a clone of a clone the scent of ivory washing out souls that make us whole birds of paradise turn into fossils the gap of feathers reside in mud and sand from hill and cave they document lacunas that are only evident when tidesContinue reading “the age of extinction”

All the world resides

All the world resides in a grain of sand bound to bring discomfort when wet upon the skin. Venomous face whether punched or body slammed the words keep on twitting no breath for the living to catch – it is a feat for ladies mulling over tea. All the world will wash through a grainContinue reading “All the world resides”

Iniquity

The fact of a gas chamber is unremarkable. Like ragweed in late summer, giving the itch of nose, it comes and goes, one century after another. A death march is easily foretold. Scheherazade, that spinner of tales, could not be surer of how such an incident repeats itself. Infinite recklessness and chance – only fortuneContinue reading “Iniquity”

Capital sinner

The market on the river brings the glutton out in me, the strawberry from the vine, the zester of apple tree, the juice crawling down my chin to stain my blouse, epicurean living renders me uncouth. The pretty youth who floats on the screen up in the air revs the sweat glands into molecules ofContinue reading “Capital sinner”

The popcorn strand upon the tree

The popcorn strand upon the tree, a Christmas once we knew- as children this was life. Brother Johnny off to war he went – the world has corners far for dreamers. And sister Sally studies long and hard – her future in the bag. Granny sits by fireside, remembering that once filled life. Sad JohnnyContinue reading “The popcorn strand upon the tree”

Leaning

My shoulder waits if you need to lean, the world too big, the land turned brown, from greener pastures left to dust, that turn your tears into mist, woven like scales upon the toad, oh lean in sister, your song is old. And if your shoulder should wait for me, while mother fades – herContinue reading “Leaning”