MEMORY – by guest poet, Penny Hackett-Evans

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

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Tundgren

She was my best friendher sad brown eyeseven as a puppybelied her tail-wagging eagerness “Wanna go for a RIDE?”would send her scrambling to the doornot just wagging her tailbut her whole backsideevery cell of her body excitedprepped for adventure Then off in the orange F150,she’d jump in the bedI’d jump in the cabin andopen the … More Tundgren

Refreshed

I knew I wanted something sweetbut what to get, and where? I saw a Baskin-Robbinsah, that’s where I’ll pull inbutter pecan, yes, that’s what I really want What eluded me before is nowright on the tip of my tongue Yum Top photo by Brooke Cagle; bottom photo Jonathan Borba, both courtesy of Unsplash

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

Divergence

A million roads divergeand I can only take oneas I am one traveler, decision Looking as far as I canI only see overgrowth in all directionsso I sigh and decide I choose family, childrenleft the stage, the greasepaintthe tutus and pointe shoes With weary bones and musclesthis is where I should bethe road taking me … More Divergence

Aura Arising

What is the aroma of the aura of a sprite?The scent of a psyche in spiritual form?Or whiff of cinnamon breezing the air in the speed of a shooting star ? Maybe a sprite’s aura has no aromaCould it be instead a subliminal memory of long-ago lullaby lyrics?Or whisper of wings from a veiled whippoorwill? … More Aura Arising

Pancakes for Supper

Mom prepared a healthy meal for us each night and morning, too, for that matter even though she worked outside the house unlike the moms of my friends who stayed home and ironed, drinking Coke-a-Cola while watching As the World Turns But every once in a while when Daddy was out of town on business … More Pancakes for Supper

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.