NEEDLES OF PINE
I turned
and you were gone.
Clusters of blue hydrangea
and the scent of sweet privet,
were all that remained.
The cobblestones I’d traversed
for so many years,
seemed threatening.
A police officer asked,
‘are you okay?’
Suddenly,
a whiff of pine reminded me,
of a pillow I’d had in Vermont.
It was filled with prickly needles,
offering a certain scent
of solace.
I turned
but you were gone.
The Lovers
by Marilyn McIntyre
the lovers circle the wagons
stoke the fire
ignore all outrageous slings and arrows
their’s is a brave new frontier
the lovers swim in a pool of light
drowning in the depths of each others eyes
no need to be on guard
the lovers – spotlighted, dazed
applauding their own performance
no need for bad reviews
the lovers, their own sun
waltzing in the spring
encircled in their slow, slow, dance.
Days Long Ending
By Wayne Jackson 1950-1989
Days long ending
and nights softly passing
are pleasing to me still
The house sits quietly like a sighing friend
The familiarity of abstract objects…
an ashtray echoing soft notes of New Orleans,
and other such things as I have picked,
claiming them as mine
Possessiveness is not sinful.
Display it pridefully.
as obedient symbols of achievement
and things remembered and not to be forgotten.
A thousand dusty books casually
caress their shelves.
Each a friendly reminder that
while they do not change,
a person who once knew them so sadly often does.
Copyright © 1997 by Donald Wayne Jackson, All rights reserved
Rolly Rabbit Poem
I’m a rabbit
said Rolly Rabbit
I’ve been a rabbit my whole life.
I eat carrots and other plants.
I do my rabbit dance
I wiggle my bunny tail
When I see you I
hop hop hop away
then I stop
and look at you.
Oh Rolly you sure are a rabbit
said Spunky Squirrel
All you do is eat and
hop hop hop,
You can’t climb a tree
like me.
You have no ears to speak of
said Rolly Rabbit
and your tail is
so long and so thin
why just look at the thing!
The dog would catch me
on the trail
if I had that tail.
Rabbit Poem david michael jackson May 8, 2012 editors@artvilla.com