When crisply chipping off
bits of crackers and
crunching,
munching,
scratching down the throat
is what appeals,
yet all that’s
in the fridge
disagrees
sweetly and
softly with your craving,
it’s time
to go
to the store.
poem
Creation
Tired of waiting, for you
(whoever you are)
to come into my life,
I shall create you.
I will knit for you, a cape
(made of feathers)
to drape upon your shoulders,
to give you form.
I will dream for you, a castle
(with a dragon)
so that you may rescue me,
and kiss me awake.
I will sing for you, a song
(full of love)
to rouse you into dance,
so that you may hold me.
I will bake for you, a feast
(of drool-worthy delectables)
and get you drunk on wine,
and whisk you away.
Ah, but to knit, a cape
(castle, song, feast)
for a love such as yours,
is a labour of a lifetime
yet unfinished
dilemma
how to string together
the words to convey
how much i love you?
my goal
to linger like the fragrance a strawberry
you carry upon your breath all the day
my hope
to pervade your thoughts
much the same as
the ocean’s waves break relentlessly on the sand
my dilemma
to find a way to let you know
i exist
pretend – poetry
sure
we can pretend
that our differences
don’t really matter
that the drizzle outside
is just a wet blanket
like the one
that covers us
when we try to have fun
and
when we kiss goodnight
we’re not really going
to bed mad
but what good does it do
to make believe we’re happy
they say
love is hard
it’s work
but it has to be
worth working for
we loved
once
i still love you
mostly
but the grass
the drizzle falls on
seems greener
and you
are tired of seeing me
look out the window
Fragile, Haiku
Fragile as I seem
Only one thing can break me
It is your leaving
Slog – a Poem
To usher the day in,
a coffee, made with love,
a kiss goodbye,
and I’m off.
Though my hours are long
and my patience sometimes short,
I come home each evening,
a dinner, made with love,
a kiss goodnight,
and that’s us, day out.
***
Slog is the word of the day at The Daily Post.
Endless Summer
The palm trees sway elegantly in the ocean breeze
as she lounges at twilight upon the beach
and ponders, a cheap paperback
tented, forgotten, on her thigh,
that perhaps she could have won,
striven harder
toiled longer
to achieve her dream
of skiing down a mountain slope
snow dancing beneath her feet,
chilled wind whistling past her ears…
But all she has is here,
is now,
the palm trees swaying,
the sun-warmed sand beneath her chair.
The ocean sings a song of endless summer
as she breathes in the salty sea
and picks up her book
to escape her broken wish.
Clowns
“Send in the clowns!” they say,
so we don our paint
and shovel our feet into gigantic shoes,
place the rainbow wigs upon our heads
and screw our noses in place.
Then, what do you know?
The children’re all afraid
they shiverin their boots
for they told us not
to leave off
the pointy teeth.
Oh, Pennywise, you fool,
shiny eyes peeking through the grate
you’ve ruined it for us all.
#GordDowniesCanada
Reduce a landmass to a village
with fierce determination,
a soul filled with poetry,
a heart that beats with the rhythm of Great Lake’s waves,
and the love of your people.
Enormous respect.
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
jeopardy
a door slams
closed to the world
and the news reads
the next day
there was never hope,
you came for nothing;
nothing is what you get.
we jeopardize our lives
for the instant
and dream of a future
where the sky is blue
and the shitstorm we’re in
will somehow cleanse our air.
now is the time
to be the knob
with the open mind
who sees now’s brackish blend
for what it is.
let hope prevail
and doves of white fly
through skies not of pink
for our children to behold.
Linda G. Hill 