Luscious

I could write reams about the taste of peaches, the feel of the
peel, the smell of them … Canned peaches are okay, but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, like juice running down my chin …

LUSCIOUS

peaches hide                           174..8.25.12. peaches
behind deep green

soft blushes peer
flushed by sunlight

warmly ripe
peel purrs    slides

juice runs soft
on my tongue

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first published in Events Quarterly

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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Ignorance

There are times when what I don’t know bothers me: my lack of experience, and naivety. All I can do is knit scarves for the homeless, give to the foodbank … make others aware … write about what I imagine …

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IGNORANCE

I’ve missed 2.00 a.m.
traffic on Main Street                          IMG_2583 12.22.07.road block..blog
slept through fights
on the corner of Broadway
picked no needles
from dawn alleys

only know them from media
been angered over homelessness
grieved at AIDS       HIV

my knowledge smells
like second-hand smoke
on Monday morning

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first published in Gutter Eloquence

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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Cake senryu

I have, for no good reason except that I like it, been considering cake. Chocolate cake, ice cream cake, carrot cake … I’ve no particular favourite, and I don’t eat it very often, but it’s worth a thought, a poem or two …

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divine desserts
too many cakes
to choose from                           IMG_5679 9.13.08 Divine Desserts.blog

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chocolate frosting
my granddaughter’s
birthday

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a treat
for dessert
oh my waistline

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Contrasts

One particular route I walk yields plenty of
stuff for recycling. I carry a bag with me, and end up
feeling both virtuous and rich! The money earned goes
to support an orphanage in the Honduras …

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CONTRASTS

tramping through the woods          007..3.3.13
on my way to the hairdresser
I pick up beer & pop cans
torn candy wrappers
paper cups     water bottles

listen to crows gossiping
in a sway of branches
watch a spider spin
twig to twig

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Zoned Out

Half way through summer, and I’m still voting for idleness. I’m painting
on the deck, mostly seascapes, relaxing with a good book and, just
occasionally, staring into space …

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ZONED OUT    (an Abecedarian)

zapped by contemplation,
yoga’d to the last nirvana,
xanthic in brilliant hue, a place
where I could hibernate for space,       207.7.12.12 shadows,seated
vetoed out of shape or form
until I come, nice and warm,
to that sublime destination,
supposedly ethereal,
reached by mental expenditure
quintessentially obscure,
potentially unknown
or peacefully imagined,
neither seen nor heard by anyone,
missing from any map,
lost in meditation’s lap,
known to theorists alone,
just as paradox is realized                     034.sky
in every balanced state,
half seen and half debate,
gleaming in some stranger’s eye,
fickle as a wild sci-fi,
exciting as a race of snails,
delight incipient as I
contemplate my navel, and
blink at last into
a delirious popped zero

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first published in Feathertale

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thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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Summer Fete

Garage sales are fun, and summer fetes even more so as the choices are
so many, and all out of doors. Second-hand books draw me every time, but I always wander through baking, white elephants, clothes, jewellery …

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SUMMER FETE

voices cascade tent-roofs
while music trickles down posts   087 garage sale
and coins clink hand to hand
in harmonic orchestration

sandwiches, drinks, and hotdogs
juggle from grass to tarmac
table to booth
under canvas or tree

percussion circulates
mutates, becomes circus –
a merry-go-round of faces, names         046
I recapture after twenty years
to pocket, finger, and discover
memory lingers with coffee
lured to present tense pleasure
while the yard-sale trumpets
and last year’s treasures
flock to new homes

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summerfathercover
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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Lavender haiku

I dry lavender to stash with linen, make lavender jelly, put lavender in
baking, use its oil on my pillow for a good night’s sleep … It not only smells lovely, lavender is useful for so many things …

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sunlight
on clean windows –                             049
scent of lavender

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lavender
leaves perfume
on my jeans

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the linen closet
smells of summer …
sweet dreams

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the second haiku was first published in The Amethyst Review

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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