Category Archives: poetry

When She Looks Back

As the years go by

and she looks back, she see things

differently. Though her

sight has worsened, her vision

has grown tender and more clear.

                                                                                               JDG

Laying Claim

After heavy rains

a riot of lavender,

deep purple and  gold

erupted upon the scene,

 claimed their right to summer sun.

                                                                                          JDG

About That Pact

It is a good thing that ocean of love

I discovered

is so vast

and so

deep

’cause

lately

it’s had to

work really hard

to tumble smooth all the rocks I’ve tossed in.

                                                                                                              JDG

(See the poem, The Pact, posted on July 9 if further clarification is needed.)

 

An Unexpected Gift

There’s something about

the seventies that brings a strange satisfaction.

Small pleasures grow large

while superficial worries shrink.

This expanded gift of time,

 not to be spent or merely passed,

is opened and treasured as

the unforeseen present it is.

                                                                      JDG

Nature’s Choir

Those tiny purple

flowers sing a hymn to Spring

as forsythia

lifts its golden arms in praise

and daffodils shout amen.

                                                                      JDG

Back-up Plan

We can follow that

old admonition to try

try again. Sometimes

it works, but when it doesn’t,

there’s always blame, whine, and sigh.

                                                                                                JDG

Soaring Art

Right in the city

on the art museum’s grounds,

in a tall, leafless

tree, two large, white-bellied

birds reside. As we

struggle to name and classify

( hawk? eagle? or some

other bird?), they spread their wings

and briefly soar, then

land in nest and nearby branch –

an art of their own making.

                                                                                JDG

School’s Out Snow Poetry In Multiple Forms

Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn.

Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn,

darn, and double darn.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

#!#!,  #!#!,  #!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#

                                                                                    (tanka)

~~~~~

How long? How long? How long? How long? How long?

How long? How Long?

How long? How

long? How

l…o…n…g ?

                                                                                 (tetractys)

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Too cold to stay outside for long.

Too boring just

to watch t.v.

Picking on each

other is ok for a time

til someone goes

a bit too far.

Then the loud calls

for me to referee begin.

Kids and snow – one

or the other

just has to go.

                                                                                          (minute)

                                                                                   JDG

Many Ways And Times

Watching the wind shake the branches

just enough for

a little snow

to slip and join

the whiteness on the waiting ground,

I remember

there are many

ways and many

times for letting go, some easy,

some not so much,

but such times come

to all of us.

                                                                            JDG

We Wrote The Book

When a snowflake falls

in Kansas, we in Goochland,

Virginia, close schools.

We wrote the book on ounces

of prevention and their worth.

                                                                           JDG