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The bulbs I buried
before winter frost
and freeze
will soon wake
and break
earth’s
surface,
spreading colorful
sprays of spring’s
aromatic arrival.
Get Out The screen in my palm recallsfalls, Costa Rica to Iceland,sand stretching across California,Hawaii, Panama, Florida, Spain.Sun and salt still spray the frame. I scroll the towers I have scaledand stood beneath:Eiffel, Sagrada Familia, Empire State.Great Sand Dunes, Corralejo, Arches,Mount Teide’s shadow, Rainier too.Mountains that tell me to lift my eyes. Plates of food…
Donuts in the office Potluck lunch, good luck Sampling at the store Add bacon and cheese Cold, sugary drinkSupersize please Late-night nibblesOf salty chips And cheesy dipsBuckets and bucketsOf buttered popcorn Birthday bashes During worktime breaks Family feasts No wonder we overeat
My poem, Miscommunication, is an acrostic and more. I decided see if I could play with the broken-down syllables in the title throughout the poem. Why not?
I don’t belong.Not really.Alien greenis what they seefirst.Too bright, too strange,eyes darting,head cockedsidewaysat every quiet murmurthey think:I missed. My garnet wings flick once,bloodstone weighted and sharp,trimmed in lapis lazuli—like bruises dressed upto look like decoration. I spit out wordsalready heard,but arrangedwrong,somehow.Misread.Misstressed.Misunderstood. The amber tip of my beakclicks closed too late.They’ve flown.Every syllablea shimmy they didn’t…
“Why So Angry?” takes you from the heart’s turmoil, stirred by whispers of the world, to the gentle warmth of the sun’s embrace. This poem challenges readers to reflect on anger’s roots and embrace the peace waiting beyond the tempest.
I just atethe chicken enchiladasthat were left onmy front porch Whichyou might beexpectingto be delivered Sorrythey were temptingso cheesyand hot Sometimes I reach out to the best for inspiration. Thank you William Carlos Williams.