Poetry On Medium

Real or Imagined — The Laundry Conspiracy! First, it was the missing socks — disappeared into thin air, I bet it’s happened at your house; I venture to dare. Randy Pulley surmises there is a sock fifth dimension, Perhaps a dryer portal leading to a sock convention. Where socks party, plan and conspire their…

poetry — Four lonely laundry baskets sit unattended in my room. Holding clothes ready for folding. I’m not drawn to them. When I was healthy, I washed- mom folded. Now that I can’t do stairs, husband washes- I fold. It’s not as exciting. …

You are too white, too arrogant, too lost to see the truth

Poetry from the heart — Acrostic poetry can be a challenging form. You want to balance the acrostic word or statement with a meaningful set of poetic lines. Acrostics which miss this balance can come off as cheesy or trite. When crafted with care, the balance of the acrostic word or phrase, with the lines…

Softly calling. — Voices in the wind softly calling do you remember when we used to dance and thread the light fantastic through treetops and symbiotic meetings were perchance. In between the pages of chapters messages are written in the breeze reflections refracted by sun and moonbeams glowing in the stars and blossoming…

It’s gonna be okay someday. — To anyone who’s carrying a heavy heart, In silence, I address these words, my art. Know that within your depths, I see the pain, But listen closely, for hope’s sweet refrain. Though shadows loom and darkness holds you tight, I’m here to guide you through the starlit night. …

… tonight I hold my champagne steady in a sea of suits - of the consulting kind - their hubris heaving heavy as a politician speaks his mind then laughs at his own jokes about corporate corruption … we’re close to god up here 45 levels above the sea a…

A poem — radiator pickets could only stare up the bottoms of our feet as we flinched, feeding fabric to flurry, exchanging relics of deceased lovers, slowly at war with one another. my teeth sunk into her crucifix holding on for dear life as the sheets swirled like Manhattan. after all it was August. outside, arms of tupelo reached for last night’s cocktail left on the ledge while we hung upside down like bats waiting for our petals to dry.

Caressing sun Swirling sweetness down her tongue Someone missed it The weightless feathers of your frown Smooth and simple Making questions, pure and dumb I couldn’t wish you Crossing hearts make dreamers young Absence hurts our soothing nights Lonely anchor, forgetful months Something that has not begun The fleeting taste of feeling known