November 4, 2009
No poetry today, well not from me, anyway. But I invite you to listen to this song from one of my favorite artists. I couldn’t find the original version anywhere, but this acoustic version is just as good.
I’m going to play this someday. I gave up on the guitar many years ago, but I still have one. Two actually. I know which one I’ll be using to play this. Hold me to it.
October 30, 2009
Lucky
jack-o-lantern
carved and gutted hollow
only has to fake a smile for
one night.
October 27, 2009
Oh good grief! Is this what it has come to??? Did I really write this???
This is the result of watching an MSNBC documentary, reading a book on poetic form, digesting a little Shakespeare, and mixing in a bit of melancholic obsession with the fall. (At least that’s what I’m going to tell The Bard when he haunts me in my dreams for sacrilege.) I’m also going to blame Linda Cassidy Lewis for commenting that “October rages.” (jk, Linda 
)
My husband hates this poem. I’ll consider that a compliment given his eternally optimistic disposition.
*with my apologies to The Bard
Serial killer Out, out brief candle!
Severs victims limb from limb
…Life’s but a walking shadow
October rages Struts…. then heard no more.
October 26, 2009
Ashamed
of words unsaid
I whispered sorry
to a stone.
The crisp of leaves
scoffed at my penance
when I walked away
alone.
October 17, 2009
Form- noun
1. ingenious scheme
2. designed to measure one
3. poet’s bent for thinking outside
4. the box
