Today I bought
the colorful purse
that will either match or clash
with everything I wear,
and a red wallet
with room enough
for discount cards
from every store I've ever
walked into.
They were on sale
and I got an extra 20% off
just for being
over 50.
Falling Plum Poetry
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Mini-Series
@ 14,
I hung onto
the romance,
tantalizing, subtle,
and somehow, intelligent,
it became what I longed for.
@ 50,
I cry for their lost chances.
I hung onto
the romance,
tantalizing, subtle,
and somehow, intelligent,
it became what I longed for.
@ 50,
I cry for their lost chances.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
A Christmas Poem
In the bleak midwinter
the Christ Child again
asks to enter into our hearts
and melt the ice that insists
on forming there
against our better judgment --
our attempts at thawing
only serving to set it afire
in a soul-consuming explosion--
our attempts at cooling
turning it once again
to ice.
the Christ Child again
asks to enter into our hearts
and melt the ice that insists
on forming there
against our better judgment --
our attempts at thawing
only serving to set it afire
in a soul-consuming explosion--
our attempts at cooling
turning it once again
to ice.
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