May 15, 2018 § Leave a comment
Inside a keepsake box, in ribbon wrapped
Oh memory! In words forgotten, caught.
A glittering within bright papers trapped
Delight, as shining as if newly wrought
A gift surprise where so much once had been
The dreams poured out, but hope still there within
February 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
Inspired by my favorite Edna St. Millay poem, “Rosemary”
For the sake of all the things
That I would restore
I will write new stories
Using old folklore,
Earl Grey, hot, with bergamot
Will be a tea I pour.
For the sake of faded things
That could be bright again
I won’t use an umbrella
against Seattle rain
I will scribble renga,
and sonnets, and cinquain.
Many things are built upon
What once were everyday.
For the sake of humorous hyperbole
That has gone away
I will learn to curse with “Struth!”
and “The devil you say!”.