Tag: Little Poems

Quick. Thorough. Mood modulated. Effective like the old days. Steady on my feet; able to see the end. Pity it’s only a dream.

Seldom is there the kind of thunder and lightning as we had last night with such volumes of rain. Dramatic; prevented sleep; our bedroom turned blue white in th

five days before the moving van will arrive. He joked (as he always must) that since my van was outside and the house was tented, he was afraid they set off the

This morning before the oppressive heat arrived, new life danced across the fields through the tall grasses with the trees swaying rhythmically. Ziggy meowed un

The Sunday Trains come through clogging weekend traffic like a fatty buildup in veins. I dashed out from the new little house at the first distant whistle, afra

First tasted in 1949 out of Judy’s lunch bag, a luxury never before experienced. A new idea in flavor and crunchy biting, imaginative, setting up possibilities

I drag the pestle across the wooden toad’s arched ridge so it may croak. When I first heard the sound, the realization that who- ever carved the little dude, ho

Oh no! The damn thing is gone and my life is suddenly isolated. Sue cannot be told that all is well, that I want to communicate but the instrument has vanished.

Sue told me. I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea. There is some- thing command- ing about Christmas conjuring childhood memories. Of course, I ma

In the city surrounded by taller buildings, a light standard directly in front of the second story window over looking the traffic on the boulevard below, a win