Silver Tangles

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

Keta

Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta

Mairzy Doats

lavender laughter filled the carrolled down windows, April 1962singing with abandon“Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy”giggling, dad and daughterboth too old to be so sillyboth savoring flickers of youth Hear the silly song my dad and I loved: Mairzy Doats, Did anyone else have fun songs they sang on … More Mairzy Doats

Mandolin Wishes

Mandolin wishes may stream like rose-colored dawns that unfold on a wistful breeze Bliss of a kiss may float to clouds gather with other kisses or linger on lips in glistening delight Dappled memories may contain peppers of hurt and fear but life like the moon cycle shines joy with her fullness   Photo of … More Mandolin Wishes

Perhapsing

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

Remembering Memories

Each time a memory’s remembrance is recalled, affected by new memories, it’s changed   This month in a writer’s group, we are working with different poetic forms. This week we are exploring the Cinquain. This poem is an example of this form. Graphic by Pixabay.

Butterfly Serendipity

We made butterfly wings From pink cellophane Glued them to hair clips You never wore But we laughed as we worked Probably ate some ice cream For years I opened drawers Saw a butterfly barrette And laughed again   Image from LoveKid Trading Company site

Mother’s Hands

In celebration of International Women’s Day My mother’s hands held me My mother’s hands washed my hair My mother’s hands sewed my cotton shifts and later my wedding dress In a big yellow bowl her hands kneaded together bread and onions sage and broth to make huge batches of cornbread dressing for our Sunday feast … More Mother’s Hands

Vermillion Mementos

Snowy tissue kisses of Candy Apple or Summer Rose or So Marilyn Monroe littered Mamma’s purse as well as waste paper baskets and sometimes La Rose kisses adorned my little girl cheek. Image by Pixabay