This blog contains poetry from Lunchlines, a writing group in Cecil County, MD. It is based at the CCAC at 135 E Main Street in Elkton, and meets the 1st and 3rd Tuesday of every month at noon. Join us!
Friday, April 2, 2010
A Couple of Couplets
Spring's colors burst and satisfy winter's thirst.
Yesterday's rain cleared the way for this sunshined April day.
May Kuroiwa Working through some poetry forms. Tomorrow: Tercet
100 tires and 5 more now stacked in columns by the door of the blue bus that hasn’t moved since Hector was a pup
There’s something lovely in the sight Of objects piled; how is that right? They’re just the same as when they were Untidily heaped up.
And yet they’re different: organized Before rejected, now quite prized (oh come on, now! Don’t go too far So many tires are bizarre!) I’m late! I just screwed up!
Now chile, don't you go apologizing, hear Y'll doin' all you can with them tires just you be sure you don't start no fires It'll be a real damn shame waste that beer.
Spring—
ReplyDeletewhen nature struts its stuff
exuberant growth
exhilarating colors
when I sit on my deck, relish its gifts
when I am visited by a bulky slow moving bees
who hover (do not bother)
waiting for their mates
and off they go.
I am content to let them be
let them do whatever they want to do.
Unless they return and dig a hole in my deck to lay their eggs
that is when I abandon my environmental principles
and bathe them in poison.
Peter Goodwin
Late, as usual
ReplyDeleteApril 2
100 tires and 5 more
now stacked in columns by the door
of the blue bus that hasn’t moved
since Hector was a pup
There’s something lovely in the sight
Of objects piled; how is that right?
They’re just the same as when they were
Untidily heaped up.
And yet they’re different: organized
Before rejected, now quite prized
(oh come on, now! Don’t go too far
So many tires are bizarre!)
I’m late! I just screwed up!
Maggie Creshkoff
Now chile, don't you go apologizing, hear
ReplyDeleteY'll doin' all you can with them tires
just you be sure you don't start no fires
It'll be a real damn shame waste that beer.