Bedroom suit. No bed.
Perhaps there are other rooms
Your pine attire will match,
Though do not forget the armoire,
Which for some reason,
Is easier to spell than “suite.” Continue reading “Pine Suit”
Tag: poems
Your Child
The stone in the acorn path invited you
To listen, like a child will not. You must
Learn to recognize the need in your child,
Said the stone. Look closely at me, take
A picture if necessary. Notice how still
My Back
The chiropractor tells me I have the toughest back
He has ever seen. He can’t crack me
On the regular exam table. We move to another one,
Where my feet are strapped down, and he stretches
My legs and rotates them, then tries again. Continue reading “My Back”
Boy in Poetry Museum
My sister took her grandson Mason for a recent visit to the poetry museum. In the Craig’s List poetry exhibit, he ignored the instructions (I love when people do that–I’m serious) and wrote a poem about a vampire:
Vampire bit
someone
and they
went to
Jesus
Clock in with Poetry
My sister has opened a shop where she is selling furniture and other stuff that she has repurposed, reinvented, renewed, re . . . okay, I’ll stop with that lovely prefix. She has a shed full of stuff she is working on, and one thing she showed me was an old time card container with the slots that each card goes in that she wanted me to make some homemade cards for.
The Adult’s Song
So once upon a time
When we bricked rectangles of hay
into our houses, we suffered acne
and the dream of escape,
A stepfather who smothered your smile,
The deadness of hours never ours.
Open your heart.
Open your heart. Continue reading “The Adult’s Song”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 