Happy Easter! I am back from Florida and helping my parents move. Now we’ll return to our regularly scheduled daily poems, but here are 15 from the last 15 days … I decided to bunch them all together into one bouquet.
eavesdropping over the fence
the bougainvillea leans into my thoughts,
blushes a deeper pink
*
the moon emerges
from behind the cloud
and the whole sea shines—
wanting to find in us
that kind of light
*
that memory
leaves my lips half open—
ripe blood oranges
*
watching my father
give away his favorite fishing rods—
a hook in my heart
a tug on the line
*
at the top of the hill
I see another hill—
deciding to take
another step,
another step
*
I’ve hired a hit man
for my doubt—
now it’s really
got something
to worry about
*
finding the perfect shell—
giving it back
to the sea
*
it ,too,
has a shadow,
that perfect red hibiscus
*
oblivious to the angel beside me
I tripped on its wings as I passed
and scared it into a white hush of flight—
I stood, equal parts bereft with its loss
and blessed with proof it exists
*
pressing my nose
against your nose the way a cat would—
hoping you stay close
*
sure, do it again,
said God, but next time
try giggling
when you do
a belly flop
*
mesmerized by the sunset,
reminding myself
I am also an actor
in this scene,
not only audience
*
wearing my sunburn
the way I wish
I were wearing you—
the sunrise leans
into every shade of pink
*
on the old couch
I hold my mother gently
and slow my breathing to hers—
the small light of our love
pushes against the edge of dark
*
the congregation pussy willows
and mullein rosettes sang off key—
I sang along, not caring
if we sounded good, just grateful
to be praising
Thank you for each flower in this stunning bouquet.
Joan, I am grateful for your feedback!
Your father’s fishing rods and the red hibiscus touched a special place in me Some others too, but they spoke to me in a way I will remember..