Tree branches remember leaves they once held. Moon remembers its path across the sky. Clouds remember what it is like to disappear. Grass remembers green and always returns to it. The pen remembers ink it once held and how that ink has turned into words. Words remember what they were before they were thought. Cup remembers the silence of being empty. Table … More MEMORY – by guest poet, Penny Hackett-Evans
worn exterior bulged with ideas inside my journal, my life Photo of my commonplace book from my personal collection.
I was too little as a childnow too big as an adulthot flashes make me sweatsweat makes me shiver I have days of busynessrunning errands, doing choresbut some days I just sit and thinkwindow gaze and write I do art, compose some poemswhen inspiration visitsbut when the muse vacationspaints and pen stay idol I should … More Yin Yang 2022
Put cheese on that burger, it adds nutritional value, Mom had told her back in 1967 Well, I do believe everything is connected, daughter thinks 53 years later Like watermelon and salt We each have a unique perspective and truth No, some things are just truth, like divorce is not moral Except if you … More Time Travel: Mom at 45 talking to her now 66-year-old daughter
Underneath her long grey hairshe kept a cache of memory secretsguilt tangles of covert acts Brushing gnarls from silver tressessecrets tug her tender scalptil long-ago events unfurldisappear to clear her mind Untangled now her thoughts are looseno secrets left hiding from herself After writing this poem I remembered a short story by Guy de Maupassant … More Silver Tangles
A shotwill it takeso I can be anold woman wearinga golden shirtdancing to songssung in a languageI don’t understand I got my second vaccine today. Woo Hoo! Top image from CDC courtesy of Unsplash. Lower image from a YouTube video by Playing for Change of the song, Chan Chan.
My teen days sangto the melancholy balladsof James Tayloras I climbed my way to adulthood Being a teen was a mixtureof fire and rain,young adulthood came on likesteamroller bluesthen parenthood, (how sweet it is)mixed with career andmore fire and rain The challenge of growing upwas to find the right hand-holdsecure a solid toe-holdto scale the … More Sweet Baby James
In these days of rest in mid-September Garden work is finished for the season Trees are green but on the cusp of turning Sunset colors splash the sky by seven We venture out near dusk when warm enough For a patio-table game of cards or two The wind is still, geese honks burst out at … More Late Summer in Retirement
When I was eleven, I was sure I’d never stop dancing ballet I would grow up, move to New York and dance with the ABT what I didn’t know then was those were the days the good ole days when I’d never eat a tomato but Never is such a limitation it leaves out serendipity … More Never
A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing
Wind Rush 