poem – Page 44 – Press Send Poetry

dance recital

i’m still a dancer
behind
a dark velvet stage,
a ballerina,
peeking anxious at a
curtain opening slow,
still in tutu, tights,
straining to find
your eyes
reflection
from breathless
wooden chairs.

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to those we briefly meet

Lee, I met you once:
I met a man strong
with legs that loved
volleyball and a smile
that welcomed all and
now none of it remains –

except perhaps this.

[RIP Lee]

feeling of a hangover (haiku)

floor hard on my bones
ceiling looks down in pity
mascara runs… runs….

outside tonight is the heat

outside tonight
is the heat; it
wraps my shoulders
like a shawl knit
by white-haired women
who in their circle
hum with soft
gossiping
and the air conditioners
chirp in with a
whirr of understanding.

end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
that deep down
twisted knife
step off the ledge
jump the height
end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
i am it and it is me
i am it and it is me
no end
no end no end no-
end it
tomorrow control it …

grass is always greener

all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned back

it’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute alone

one single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…

bitterness at the polls

It is in every
Single
Twitch, lie, conviction,
Breath.

You feel it deep in your throat.
It pulls at your tongue
And lingers down your esophagus,
Not easily displaced.

You can’t help but
Sip it slowly, roll it ’round your mouth
Till your
Taste buds go numb.

Then,
(and you won’t notice)
you’ll be
slick with drool.

going home for dinner

my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.

(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)

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