Today is Day 19 Thank you for joining me. May you have eyes to discover and unwrap, the poetry in your Sunday.
And listen to the music. Of poetry.
This is no ordinary day.
Hallelujah.
Oh, Poetry
Category: Poetry
Wishful Thinking
Welcome to Day 16. Thank you for joining me on this journey. To read all posts in this series, click on the page tab marked #write31days at the top of my home page. Poetry has returned after taking Wednesday off. More prose awaits around the dusty bend.
Wishful Thinking
If I took the reigns for just a day
Took charge and had control, choreographer
Of each hour
Of the night and day
I would give the morning more
Morphing all the hours into
Break of, early, mid
Stopping at noonday
Morning’s sunrise slow and sure
Would have till noon
To spread her blinding sunburst wings
Across the sleepy sky
And I
Would let the shadows slow dance
Silhouetted ghosts at play
I’d give the early morning all she’d need
To
Let the dew stay
More than just a little while
Linger longer
Unhurried on each blade of emerald
Grass, like glass
Never to evaporate
Tell her that her morning chill
Can have all day
To brush across the faces
Of those who take their time to wake
And breathe their smokey breathes
I’d crown morning
Queen
Let her reign
Over every living thing
If I had my way
I’d never have to say
Good bye my dear
Or wave a sad goodbye
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Table For Two
Welcome to Day Fourteen. Spoiler alert. Tomorrow’s post is scheduled for prose. The poems have asked for hump day off. Thank you for joining me.
Table For Two
You could cut the space between
them with a serrated bread knife
hard and crusty silence
like the Berlin wall
stone cold divider of love
if you could cut it at all
the art of eavesdropping,
which I have down to a science
tells me that the love has faded,
died on the vine
shriveled up and gone
for goodness sakes
go back and pick a memory, ya’ll
discuss it till you are
blue in the face
and then say
i love you
like you mean it
pick a good one
like the one when your lips first
“Said I do”
young and blushing
red hot with new love
then get the check
and go
go
back to speaking like you did
those first thirty years
before the love
became so damn stinkin’ quiet
Your well-done steak
With Heinz
Can wait
But your love
Needs
Tabasco
Go
Before it takes a sledge hammer
To
Tear down that wall
And you are left
Deafened
By the silence you once
feared
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The Snow Globe
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The Snow Globe
Strange little egg shaped metaphor
Just as the dust settles,
No snow
Frozen tranquility is restored
To your glass sanctuary
Slowly
Fake flakes fall gently on the plastic turf
Your home’s floor
Photo-shopping beauty
We settle in to a Norman Rockwell-esq
Version of life
Frozen in time and place and space
How perfectly boring you become
With no movement
Living in your glass house
It is when the shaking comes
That the blanket of beauty is laid
The turning of you upside down
And right again
That complex mix of calm and peace and static is restored
Until
The next time
Your perfectly calm snow lined streets
Get wondrously shaken
Again and again
World without end
amen
There in lies the wonder
The beauty
of it all
Globes were meant to turn
Round
And you, little snow globe
A little upside down
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elizabeth w. marshall 