Marsh Morning
As the sun rises, mist hangs above the marsh
as though ocean climbed high in the night,
as though great seas cover mighty flames,
as though troubles must be drowned.
Tall goldenrod and purple loosestrife sit low
in the tide, as though to hide their colors,
as though to hang on to good fortune,
the sun, and bravery of the seasons.
for the 3rd and final stanza, see Tiny Seed Journal
In Beauty. Salon. Art. read sensitive poems of trauma, bravery, and survival of men, women and children. The sparse words detail yearning, and strength – as well as ability to make the best of difficult situations. Determination is revealed
Girl Child begins:
In the danger of a tsunami you found
tireless strength, a ship standing
against muscle, slaughter, desert,
a tree facing the wind of lava –
roots fast against heat and force.
Lost Dream begins:
It’s a small roof where the prayer wheels hang.
She rolls them as she runs past, her fingers
on red, then turquoise, words flying,
though unsaid, not to be said. ..
Two Poems: Coriander for Love & Inescapable Pull of the Moon on Mezzo-Cammin, July 2024
”From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity” in McQueens Quinterly, v23.. (Title is quote from Edvard Munch.) It begins:
The iron shackle clamps one leg, its short heavy chain nailed to a boulder. The old brown bear slashes his front paw through the river, snags a large trout. Jolted back toward land, he slowly eats.
For More Than Fifty Years… in Silver Birch Press. It begins:
As she had for more than fifty years
since she was married, his sister sat cross-legged
on her blanket-covered charpoy in a front room
in India to prepare for the evening meal.
I saw her pluck small methi leaves from hundreds of stems,
her green pile slowly rising
Nominated, for the Pushcart Prize, two of my poems: Two Immigrants Meet in a Chemistry Lab and Marriage License in ’60s Boston. Thank you Kelsey Review.
Read a small slice of life or work – of 70 women (and a girl) from many parts of the world, and from ancient times to now, Read short easy-to-read (sometimes amusing) poems. You may have heard of some of the women, but not all. Do you know how a coffee filter was invented? Who at first was not interested in a dishwasher? And what about those Titanic lifeboats? A cure for leprosy? Windshield wipers? Silk? Who figured out atom-splitting while hiking in snow?
Hear Ye, Hear Ye: Women, Women: Soldiers, Spies of Revolutionary and Civil Wars.
Twenty-two women are described in loose poetic form, giving an introductory slice of each woman’s life. Daring brave Black or White women were rebels, soldiers, or spies. They were strongly supportive of the Revolution, the North, or the South.
See this book for sale on US Amazon either in paperback or ebook. Also in the Amazon UK
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