Poetry

I was raised a preacher’s kid. I remember sitting in the front pew as a young girl, listening to my father give eulogies at funerals. His sermons told the stories of all kinds of people—their hopes, dreams and accomplishments. They filled me with a sense of completion, and even joy. I suppose my poems are mini eulogies for people who have touched me—both living and dead. For me, writing poems is cathartic. It allows me to create a work of art out of something that may have been painful or hard to understand at the time. Poetry gives meaning to the inscrutable.


Cocoon

 I go about my day wrapped in respectability, drowning in duty, displaying my pleasant smile, gracefully answering minutiae, never ruffling the waters, never stirring the stew. But after dinner in the twilight I play the piano -- Tear off the mask, rip open the sores,...

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Your Eyes

You can tell a lot about a person by their eyes.   I have seen bulging eyes, Bloodshot from allergies, Darting from side to side, Always looking for adulation, Never noticing the downward glances From those who are hurt or neglected by the all-consuming...

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Go to Him

This poem was inspired by the sensual and haunting song, “Wait for Her,” by Roger Waters, the bassist and creative force behind the legendary rock group. Pink Floyd.  He, in turn, was inspired by the poem of the same name by Mahmoud Darwish, the passionate Palestinian...

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A Kaleidoscope of Love

At dawn, our love was bright with promise. Rays of yellow sunshine Danced with delight through our days. Verdant green vistas stretched out before us. Orange and white wildflowers sprang up As our love blossomed.   In the evenings, our passion pulsed Deep crimson...

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HAUSER

This poem was inspired by a performance of the Croatian cellist, Stjepan Hauser, in a breathtaking ancient Roman Amphitheater.  You may watch it on the YouTube at “HAUSER & friends: Gala Concert at Arena Pula 2018.”  Watch it and become entranced! HAUSER  ...

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Pebbles from Moonstone Beach

I love to search the shore, Select smooth stones that shimmer Under the liquid shine of the sea. Turquoise, coral, amber and onyx. Each one unique, Shaped by the wind and waves, Nestled next to seaweed In swaths of texture and color That rival a pointillist painting....

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Oleander Ladies

Oleander Ladies The hardy oleander bush Flourishes along highways Oblivious to the exhaust Of passing automobiles Vibrantly hued flowers Bend on graceful stalks Like the long-limbed ladies That stroll along Union Avenue They glance enticingly At passing customers Who...

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Kit Fox

The following two poems I have submitted to CSUB's spring publication featuring poems on the theme of California's flora and fauna. I chose the kit fox and the oleander. Kit Fox It flickers across the field Swiftly moving As if its feet don't even touch the ground...

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Coffee Cafe Customers: The Retired Paratrooper

He sits sipping thick mushroom soup Barrel-chested with stocky legs In shorts with socks and sandals His bald pate like a shiny egg With compact stature From leaping out of planes Carrying a parachute on his back Invading Granada Attacking in Iraq “There's nothing...

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Coffee Cafe Customers: The Little Girl

She stretches and wiggles Clinging to her mother's knee Gaping at the saucer-sized cookies In the refrigerator case Her eyes are a-gog Suddenly she spies my cookie And, quick as a flash, She prances over and takes a bite Smiling at me A total stranger But keeper of...

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