What if we shared our poetry?

The week of May 10 we wrote and read our poetry.

Emily

Coming Home

Kentucky 
Bumbee
Pretty trail
Getting the house ready for sale

Fixing 
Waiting 
Show
Calls to see, begin to grow 

Contract 
Signing 
Exciting day
Two weeks to move away!

Rona
Shut down 
Quarantine 
Bump in the road is unforeseen 

Boxing 
Cleaning 
Looking
Mountain house temporary booking

Big dogs
Jack
Small space 
Motivated to find a place 

Finding 
Loosing 
Nervous 
House looking has made me anxious 

Agent
Old
Mother in law
Being opinionated is a flaw

Travel 
Georgia 
Spouse
Going from house to house 


Robin

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER Haiku

Help one another

By standing six feet apart

Tears fall from our eyes. 

Soft and strong support

Offered by my daughter’s arms

Warm my longing heart.

Two hearts beating close

Remember when they were one.

As if not parted.

Mother and daughter

Though bodies stand separate

Know each other still.

With bags on our heads

Reaching to find the other

Embracing at last.

Pam's

Better Angels, a Shakespearean Sonnet

I sit in the morning with quiet thoughts unseen

Thinking of angels, recalling the phrase

“Better” angels. What does that even mean?

Are there grades of angels to guide our days?

Do these angels come from heaven’s best streets?

If I act like one, do I become a snob?

Or maybe I’d be nicer, less prone to defeat.

Be a great Pam Zendt, do a stellar job.

How would a better angel day go?

I’d bake for strangers, give money away

Look on the bright side, never once sink low.

Be kind, be wise, know the right thing to say?

Fancy angel dreams are fine, but I must add one bit,

Me, guided by my better angel, you won’t always get.


Kelly's