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Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow, I could mix the colors of heaven, of mountains; of Arizona in the spring. Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun would crest the parched desert, Papa would sneak out the door quiet as a whisper to paint this house [...]
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 [...] 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 [...] First daffodils of spring blow and bend east and north with crisp winter winds bracing yellow petal hands against chilled sunshine faces smiling D R A W P U
Always upward towards a warming sun that sneaks bravely through clouds that just this morning dusted meadows with white [...] I cried for you last night I cried for me For the little girl I saw in you Who was me And all the little girls That have come and gone The little ones who will be Tears for those who didn’t receive What they needed or wanted When they needed her Or wanted her [...] 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 [...]
Red dots they bring daily Big ones and little ones Here there and everywhere far away Dots on maps of the world Maps of continents green and brown Of deserts beige, ice caps white Oceans blue – pale light and dark water Red dots they bring daily Big ones and little ones [...] He sings… In the middle of the morning For no apparent reason I can fathom He must be happy So it would seem To those of us who hide in cubicles Completing joyless tasks Bitching and moaning About nothing or less. What wonder…
She said she had a cat named Purple… I mentioned cats didn’t come in purple. She replied, “You’ve never seen him sleeping on the roof at sunset!” How does one argue with five year old logic, Eyes that see magic at every turn? “Little Judy,” a creative, forty year old mind inhabiting a little girl’s [...] Though I’ve worn my heart Upon my sleeve (and around my knees) More times than I care to remember Or talk about in mixed company. There is that special place I keep for you Like the bag that’s packed With brandy colored lipstick, ginger cologne A little black dress, and cream lingerie That ignites [...] |
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