Monthly Archives: December 2019
Socialization
I have a sophisticated name for my dreadful Unease with people After all these years of parties Hiding in a corner with a book Or sneaking out the back door After years of being shy and strange I learned I … Continue reading
Revenge
You would suppose that the desire for revenge gets stale At least I would have thought That the passage of time washes out anger, fades the acid Of my memory, that I could be nonchalant, shrug and Let bygones, you … Continue reading
Potato Farmer
I want to be the opposite of breathless Even if I can hardly catch my breath I want to have my feet grounded solid, no nonsense Like a potato farmer My hands busy Even if my concentration wanders and I … Continue reading
Birds
For many years I have looked at my body In a full length mirror Naked as a jay bird, the fat witchy kind, a Roly-poly jolly plump pigeon with a gnarled beak Like other birds on this cold long night … Continue reading
Objets d’Art
Why do I want more rugs when I’ve run out of floor And more paintings when I’ve run out of wall And more lamps when I’ve run out of table? Today I bought three plates knowing I already have so … Continue reading
Life Coach
I am eager to give good advice, even Champing at the bit because I know just what you should do I was born to be your coach Your spiritual director I want to fill in your dance card And dictate … Continue reading
Death
Writing about death is like homeopathy You do it in the hope That taking death in small doses Will somehow reduce its impact, maybe Even help you accept death A little death essay here A death haiku there Trot out … Continue reading
Wisdom
You would think that Being seventy-five I would know things Have wise woman insights And discernment That I would not be subject to petty fears and confusion You would think that The specter of death just around the corner Would … Continue reading
Clutter
I threw away half my clothes Everything I wore when I was fat and All the suits and fancy outfits from my working days Along with everything dowdy, worn out, stretched out, pathetic I have three things left in my … Continue reading
Credit Where Due
Sometimes when I hear Mothers say very seriously That their greatest achievement is their children I squirm inside In embarrassment for them After all I have children too Wonderful people, beautiful and kind and creative Smart and loving But children … Continue reading
