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Juncture

Here…

©2006 Sue Norwood & Jim O'Neil

 

Between adolescence and womanhood

lies a bridge, a crossing over

an opaque, murky, slow moving river

cutting through tall rocks with striped

layers of dark rust and pale blush light

Whose banks are filled with [...]

Someday in Paris

You seduce with the body of a man

          who’d ask a woman to lunch in Paris

Someday…

          when he could afford the first class fare

Denny’s around the corner will have to do for now

And though I’ve known passion with men of experience 

More than once…

Talented older and wiser men

Surely, they were incapable of lighting my heart

Not as [...]

Creative Detonation

Exotic photographs of images

Of landscapes

Taken by alternates shock me awake

Yet, again…

My brain ceases to comprehend

The meanings of their creative forces

Until…

Appearing as visual jolts of images

That trigger words in patterns

Of fabric, of  caramel signs in earth

Of blue sounds in air thru Aspen leaves

Turning gold, then red on arms of

Black striped white bark

Reaching for the sky with [...]

Base Camp

You asked for someone

To make base camp with

So we could climb mountains

And I had never

Climbed to the third floor

Of the building where I lived

Let alone Kilimanjaro with a man

You offered courage, strength

Songs as slow as molasses sap

Running from a tree in a cup

Joy, rich as dark chocolate melting

Melting in a pan

Heating with cinnamon and milk

I heard saxophone music playing

Wafting [...]

Je Suis Monet

I paint in hues of wedgwood dust

On a canvas of sandy beaches

Freshly packed by gentle waves

Under sunlit skies of gold and tangerine.

 

I paint in shades of ochre dim

Of turned earth, wet with polka-dotted rain

And ivory gray striped [...]

Serenade

Redondo Beach, California

We made love by the ocean

Late one summer night in June

On a lifeguard shack floor

We’d climbed up upon

And hidden inside of

Till those silly teenagers came by

Giggling, yelling, playing rap music

On their boom box;

So loud you couldn’t hear the waves

Wondering, “what the hell?”

What are those “old” people doing

At midnight on [...]

Fearless

Disappear fear

Of unconscious feelings

Carried so long

So far, so deep

Toss them aside

In blue recycling containers

Like plastic bottles

I pick up hiking the glorious desert

So worshiped and adored.

For who would wish

To leave it messy

Messy outside

Like me inside?

Permit him joyous entry

Knowing I’ve been

Waiting for him too long

And I will share the real me

Open me, all of me

Then maybe

Maybe…

He won’t [...]

After Shave

The car engulfed

with waves of mulled citrus mist

warmed by your face watching mine

in the mirror from the hallway

as I lacquer on deep burgundy

candy apple lipstick

before the sun awakes early

April morning.

Memories of orange blossoms

permeating the night sky

on Route 66…

the beige top down on

the old black convertible with red leather seats

When I was eighteen and Steven French [...]

Words for You

*A beautiful poem from Guest Author Jon Hynes.  Photo by the Australia Post.

 

I can see the sunlight
over the brow
of the western mountains
as it holds me in its thoughts.
I imagine a vermillion flycatcher
flying like a true word from the
heart, Beating its wings in the fading
day.  And so I must let my thoughts
fly, and become [...]

A Little Wisdom

The last moments of a sunset and the passing of an early September storm create a rare double rainbow over Balanced Rock in Arches National Park, Sept. 4, 2005

My wisdom comes in short bursts

Of learning out loud

And in silent contemplation.

A sprinter I am

A marathon runner not so much.

Learned to hear with my heart

To feel [...]

Vermillion Flycatcher

 

There are days, I’m a bird

Capable of flight

Have my wings extended

So far the stretch tingles

The feathers of red and brown

For I am a three inch Roma tomato

Who flies with brown feathers

Attached, growing

On round fat sides

Flittering through the cottonwoods

Turning yellow, gold and orange

With the cold of the autumn nights

Approaching quickly along the banks

Of dry [...]