Poems of Late

Coming To

Birds singing outside my window
as I lay in bed, stretching limbs
flexing feet and staring blindly
Light peeking through thick clouds
cat rounding her back on the carpet
like the arch of the sun’s path

DNA (working title, don't like it now)

Rows of corn 

curving around hills

make up my fingerprints 

Sunday Church (Maybe presence?)

You hold me, Lord

like a tired child 

in her father’s arms.

I rest on your strong shoulder

Reality

Last night I had a dream

that I got a tat on my left hand

at the mall

it was tacky and ugly

complete with stars and glitter. 

Terrifying experience, subconscious;

please be a little kinder tonight.

Final Poems

-On the Innocence of Childhood, American Sonnet
-Rainy Nights
-Entangled
-Afternoon Tea
-I found another Easter poem, Resurrection
-Still Crazy After All These Years
-Super late valentine's poem,
-Reflections
-Awesome Wonder
-one more yet to be determined

Awesome Wonder

laying in well kept grass

surrounded by dandelions

that might as well be daisies 

headphones on

listening to music

with lovely guitars and harmonies

instead of talking voices

Dear Lord you have blessed us

with clear blue skies and starry nights

how great thou art

I found another easter poem

When I was little I used to think that

if someone died they had 3 days to come back.

If they didn’t come back in that time

then they were really dead.

A small part of me still thinks that.

Still crazy after all these years

10 minutes tops

she promises

30 minutes later

I’m still waiting

By now

you’d think I’d learn

Super Late Valentine's Poem

We do things for the people we love

That’s how it works,

how I understand love

as a 19 year old.

You drop everything

go help them

leave them notes 

write them letters

hey I was thinking of you

so I bought you this

give them space

and kisses or hugs

call to say hi

drive five hours for a visit

give them your coat

take nail polish off crummy toes

do the dishes 

go to work

die on a cross.

Love is about sacrifice.

Rainy Nights

Sitting on the porch

Mom’s eyes tilt down 

reading her latest library book

in the wicker arm chair

with feet up on the ottoman

and warm cat with eyes closed 

perched on her lap

The other cat looking past the screen in vain

Slow, Mom turns the page

and props her right hand by her lips

tilting her head in anticipation

Dad said goodnight an hour ago

telling her the questioned time

Oh, it’s so late, she says

as she continues to read

in rhythm with the raindrops