Purple Lady Poetry

In the garden,Our mother’s garden,We findCommon Ground.We talk of lifeAnd growing things.No blightAffects us.OutsideThe frost awaitsAnd silence descendsOnce more.In the gardenOur footprints lingerAnd fillWith rain.

Incomplete. Stumbling in my steps,From thoughts and desires torn,I reflect my makers minds.I am a child just born. I was a wanted childFrom inception to my birthYou saw in me… Read more: AI, AI, AI (A Lament) (Pronounced: I, I, I)

In some future time,In some sombre edifice,You will see three things. My thimble. Silver.Showing indentations of needleMade by sewing small boys’ shirts. My tortoiseshell combWith teeth missing.Stray grey hairs did… Read more: Visit to a Museum

At this years end I have no words.This is not a poem.As this year begins,I have no words No words can describeThose things undefinable.A poem explains and gives senseTo the… Read more: This Is Not a Poem

Finger and thumb together.Quick twist in the air.A flickTo signify change.A shift in life, andNo going back. You need to knowThat this is how it goes.Scenery changes andActors assume new… Read more: The Gesture

In the garden,Our mother’s garden,We findCommon Ground. We talk of lifeAnd growing things.No blightAffects us. OutsideThe frost awaitsAnd silence descendsOnce more. In the gardenOur footprints lingerAnd fillWith rain.

Give me courage to climb out of bed, put on my faceAnd do those things that must be donePeople must see that I live and thrive.Allow me to think of… Read more: Prayer For a New Year

Passing the cafe, most weeks, I look for you.Chiding my ridiculous inclination.It was such a shock that dayTo turn at your voice.Your simple offer to serve.Your youth and dark beauty… Read more: Coffee Shop Revelation

The pigeon plays vultureIn my suburban garden.Dead tree silhouette against sky. Other workings Suburban garden.The pigeon plays at vultures.Dead tree against sky. In my suburban gardenThe pigeon plays vulture.Dead tree… Read more: Pretentious Pigeon