Remaining Clueless Poem by Joan Pond

by

Joan Pond

REMAINING CLUELESS

Nantucket Looms,
as the Chicken Box booms.
This early AM,
Ted Kennedy seems green
about the gills.
Guess he had his fill
of the Club Car.
I know the feeling.
I’d been there before,
with a loser-type.
He’d asked if I believed in reincarnation,
after I’d had a few.

Sober,
I wouldn’t have
a clue.
***

Waiting in Vain Poem by K.R. Copeland

by

K.R. Copeland

1) A Wait in Vain

There you stood, naked babe in the wood,
a crown of ferns around your nest-like head.
Your arms outstretched, with palms up-turned toward sky.
A smile at play upon your patient face, anticipating birds of paradise
—
which never came, of course, still there you stood
for hours, days and weeks, night after night,
awaiting signs of some enlightened life,
a wait in vain, none came but squirrels and mice.

(prev. published Atomicpetals)