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Monday, March 21, 2011

No Closer

The moon was closer to the earth Saturday than it has been in 18 years. Unfortunately for me, the clouds were even closer.

No Closer

A closer moon
A brighter glow
What would
the nearness
help us know?
Would the view
of each crater
be greater?
Would a gust
kick up
moon dust?
What would
we see
due to
closer
proximity?
Our scrutiny
revealed
nothing new.
The crowd
of clouds
got the
better view.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Mix Up

Some friends of mine were going to perform poetry and music one evening. Unfortunately, the bar they were going to perform in got closed down that day. They didn't find out until they got there and the door was locked. Just had to write about it. The situation also gave me a rare chance to combine poetry and basketball.


Mix Up

Amid the hustle and bustle
of basketball games,
the bar would offer
music with a poetry chaser.
An homage to the Doors and
reflections on "The End."
Alas, the end came
before the beginning.
There was only
one door through
which to access
this collaboration
and, to eveyone's surprise,
it remained locked.
The bar was closed,
not because of
a personal foul,
but due to
a simple violation.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Baby's Blues

This was one of the first poems I wrote as I began this journey of writing poetry. Even though my mother had died several years earlier, her loss through Alzheimer's disease was one of the first topics that came out in my poetry. I am the youngest in my family and my mother often introduced me as the baby. When I got old enough to roll my eyes at that introduction, she would remind me I would remain the baby, no matter my age. By the time she died, she no longer had that memory.

Baby's Blues

You said I'd always be your baby.
Now, you ask if I'm your sister.
You say I'm not your daughter.
You no longer know me,
but I'll always be your baby.