by Jane Penland Hoover
Some ladies
in black hats, and
red flowered
Green jackets,
have a way of entering a place,
making heads turn,
no matter their age.
Society teaches
to be envious of
beautiful young women,
with tight [...]
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I need to write… a poem early… Before breakfast. Before caffeine dilutes My train of thought. Before dreams are lost And plans for work Muddle my mind, With stuff Of yesterdays Of tomorrows Of days left behind And gifts of days lingering to become As yet, unwrapped. I write… as my heart Fills [...] I will make it easy for you I will walk away say adieu Before you… Before you have a chance to destroy That of me which I love most Since you do not comprehend What is unique about us In all the world Or maybe you do… More than I am willing to let in [...] She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born a female.” As if I had a choice at six Little children come back for more.
She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born so smart. Men don’t like smart women.” I was twelve came back for more.
She used to [...] Some people beg entrance For a while… Eyes wild, heart on fire Words flowing, arms open Promises tossed like candy To small children on Halloween Capturing you in their net Requesting your soul for eternity A safe place… “Rest assured my Dear,” says the spider to the fly. “Come stay awhile, rest your weary heart [...] Sandra Elizabeth Larson's Photos I sleep in sheets the color of the Caribbean Sea at sunrise Remember a midnight green sky full of stars falling As I travel fast, West on I-40 towards Arizona Since I can’t sleep in New Mexico At least not well. Pale autumn colors cover me as My olive skin [...]
washed blueberries drain in a red colander with cherry cut out holes on the sides laid out on an indigo flowered towel to dry silently thanking God for blueberries remembering I’d [...] He sat in his office Starring at the ceiling This quiet man with steel blue eyes And graying hair Fit and trim A marathon runner on weekends Who could not look you in the eye Starring anywhere in his office So as not to connect With me… It was evident life had taken its toll [...] God slipped away Today… Like the wallaby stuck on the rock Engulfed by floodwaters in Queensland AU I watched in horror A family’s grief at the loss of a daughter Not my daughter Someone else’s child still dreaming Of becoming a Congresswoman Or maybe the President The first woman of America To receive that title [...] Words nourish me Fill me up to saturation Desert storm deluges Soak my soul As two scoops of Hagen Dazs coffee ice cream With peanut chips and hot fudge. Do faucets like wells ever dry up completely? Will these fingers ever stop talking? Or run out of things to say To discuss or argue or [...] Maple, oak, aspen are going to sleep till spring Leaving behind a comforter of leaves In colors created by angels above the clouds Who sneak down before dawn With brushes held in pockets in their wings Dropping leaves of scarlet, tangerine, and lemon Leaves to warm the roots below, the earth above Even Sandia Mountain [...] |
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