Carolyn’s Online Magazine
POETRY IN APRIL #2
Joanne, Mary, me
Tickety-boo, we do say
When life delights us
This poem will likely be in my novel. One character, Mary Googins des Isles Swett, is a 1790 to early 1800s Maine frontier resident who liked to write poetry. Thus the section of the book on her will include short poems. Below is one she might have written:
Beach filled with mussels
Delicious meals they do make
Starving, lack muscle
Joan Myers, Beanery Writers Group
Was it there as I kissed my husband goodbye this a.m.? Black and endearing.
Was it there as I sat through morning briefing? Proud and shouting.
Was it there at luncheon with my boss? Stiff and preening.
Was it there when I did my presentation? Aloof and sneering.
Was it there when I met my child’s teacher after school? Curled and amusing.
Was it there when I had dinner with my in-laws? Precious and spewing.
It’s there on my chin in the bathroom mirror tonight. I’m sure no one noticed?
Mary A. Marcum, Beanery Writers Group
Pies and cakes, cookies and treats;
A terrible habit, I just have to beat.
Syrups and sauces, molasses and cream;
So many toppings that make me dream.
Chocolate, toffee, caramels and fudge;
Won’t walk away, I can’t even budge.
Tarts and doughnuts, crullers and truffles;
I’m weakening now and feeling quite ruffled.
Ice creams, gelatos and sherbets galore;
I could go on but I can’t anymore.
Oh wait, perhaps just a little bit,
Or maybe a small slice;
Yes, yes, I’ll save you the trouble of
Asking me twice.
Joanne Patterson, Beanery Writers Group
My pen was poised
The paper lined
No need to discipline my mind
The day was new
The sky was blue
But thoughts that flew
Passed into space
Like clouds, until the winds erase
The morning brings, above the trees,
Just flimsy wisps, I see
Like thoughts I hope to bring to form
From glimpses of eternity
The clouds will bring the joy I know
When in my view the billows flow
And treat my eyes with shapes and sizes
Changing, gliding, fast and slow
I wait for days when skies are blue
And clouds and dreams and hopes not few
Build towers even stars might fear
My clouds are floating far and near
As words can go and reappear
That hope to please the eye and ear
My pen still poised, but now I find
Of darkening skies I see the signs
My words will wait another time
For inspiration yet sublime
TWO HAIKUS: A SUMMER DAY & NIGHT SKY
Bill, Beanery Writers Group
A SUMMER DAY
A breeze, leaves shimmer;
Quiescent warmth, sun shining
Another warm breeze.
Day, bold colors, night;
Burning needles melt into dome;