Stop, Observe Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me. Through the window, a squirrel nibbled on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above, a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stop, Observe
February 14 I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, … Continue reading February 14
we decided after leaving the city to take a nature walk. Mr. Google said there was a trail nearby on Irrigation Road, we followed directions, ended up at a grey concrete building with a dead cactus in front. False … Continue reading Mr. Google has no sense of direction
Smothered rain is falling hemoglobin levels, air bleached, anemic – indrawn breathe incapable of expansion. oxygen trickles, slogs through swollen passages, struggles for space. world presses heavy, an anvil slowly cracking ribs. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Smothered
This morning I was listening to Pandora and I started thinking about some of the song lyrics that resonate with me. I’d been thinking recently about constructing a cento so I decided to write one using song lyrics instead of … Continue reading Cento: Fiendin’ #Poetry
I’m pleased to say I have three poems in Isacoustic. Thanks to Barton Smock for giving these poems a home. *** Why is there a pic of Jimi, you ask? Guess you’ll have to click the link to find out. 😎 Photog Unknown. Continue reading 3 Poems in Isacoustic*
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An endless October sky casts reams of light into my lap as I contemplate the thinning skin on my hands, the blue highway of veins prominent on their mountainous journey, the joints of my fingers swollen from repeated retraction and release. The pads of my palms lie cool on my thighs, waiting on the warmth of a twentieth-century touch that no longer exists except within this thought on this blue day, proof that the body remembers. Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry and prose has been published in numerous online and print journals, most recently including Muddy River… Continue reading Keratin
Pear tree leaves blaze gold Small days lengthen into large ones Sun’s rays shower Earth *** Haiku inspiration via a Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge for the Winter Solstice. More lovely poetry over there. photo via Pixabay. Continue reading Winter Solstice
Daisy chains won’t save me even though daisies grow on a hill pillow-soft, their feet embraced by nutritious earth, even though they’re bathed in showers of sunlight, even though their petals reach out to me in silken exclamation points, even though they’re sweetly pliant as I bend and weave them together into a long line of hugs. Daisy chains won’t save me but still I place the hug chain around my neck, the goodness of earth and sun against my skin, a feathery amulet against the world. *** Photo via Pixabay Continue reading Daisy Chains
I was never the girl who knew what she wanted and expected nothing less. The one who walked with a confident air, flipping her long silken hair over her shoulder, flashing a smile the brightness of a dentist’s fantasy. I … Continue reading Divergent Paths
