Moxie Mouth


The coarseness of your voice is like a lullaby
soothing my memories with laughter
 
 Moxie mouthed and clever
 Inviting polished to shine
 
Delivering the blast of your laughter without pause
falling upon me like tousled treasures
 
Then, a quiet prize
Poetry’s partner
embracing the depth with your beautiful grasp
 
 To you, I am real
and I stand sturdier for it
 
 ______________________
 

For Mrs. P with love from Couthy

 

 




Turn Back the Clock


My tears have shaken him.

He begs,

begging me to reverse my desperation.

I have frightened his boy heart,

perhaps even broken it.

 

Six words of recklessness,

raking the grief laden air.

 

We melt together,

his grip holding me here.

Honoring the weight of his anchor, I encircle his body,

catching his fear.

 

Restless, he sleeps next to me now.

Crying out.

Tense.

Searching for a good dream.

I watch through liquid eyes,

wishing I could make it 9:02 again.

 

 

 

For my son Nicholas.




30 Second Poem…..Embracing Hope



Leaning into loves lock

Entering ever after entwined

In pure happiness

Devoted to this moment and alive with promise

Envy stands near

A hopeful sigh is heard


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We all need a little red couch sometimes.


Tear streaked and broken

Patch me up

Paint my face

But grim can’t change

so I hide behind a little red couch

to occupy your Victorian stare

An easy diversion

from the wall I have become

 

Magpie 93 – Photo provided by Magpie Tales




Yin and Yang


Coolsville

Threads to the wind

Yin, you’re the most

Yang, you hep cat

The two of you

On the hook in the most delicious way

Cloud 9 and patent leather

 

 

Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie #92.  For more, stop over at Magpie Tales