Tag Archives: poetry
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 reduce its impact, maybe Even help you accept death A little death essay here A death haiku there Trot out your … 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
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
I Notice an Absence
I find myself in an awkward position In need of a friend Now, when for all these years I avoided Unnecessary relationships And was pleased to be alone With my husband and my cat and My collection of this and … Continue reading
Make Up
As I get older I decide to wear cosmetics I hear that properly applied they will make me look Less wrinkled Almost rosy I have purchased an array of creams and powders at a salon, seduced By the promise of … Continue reading
Life Hacks
I have substitutes for activities Which are time consuming and expensive And of uncertain benefit First, rearrange furniture If you move a table it’s as good as psychoanalysis Buy something Anything It’s more satisfying than four years of college Get … Continue reading
The Fall
Last week I tripped over a yellow extension cord In the garage While holding an assortment of cleaning supplies And a roll of paper towels Having washed my car inside and out Brisk is my middle name efficient is my … Continue reading
I Am Good
I am a very thoughtful person All you have to do is Ask me And if I don’t have to get up off the sofa I am glad to oblige
Married Life
You ask, what does it feel like to be married for 50 years That’s a long time you say To be with the same man But I think, not the same man at all First was the dope-smoking prophet in … Continue reading
