WHAT I WON
“Mama Didn’t Allow No Blues Or Jazz…”
In answering my husband I say, “I only
wonder about ideas I can use in
poetry.” He says this is may be a waste
of wonder. Yes, I realize it is not a fair
market exchange, rationing my thoughts
this way. Here we are walking
in the woods - noticing fern. He says
he can make green herbs grow all
winter long in the kitchen -
the white receptacle by the window
the constancy of a blue
Glo-light - the waters of life dripped
in every day with care.
I say I like this. it’s lighted
up until morning. Like the moon.
Finally something I can use,
helpful to me - while writing in the dark -
as nothing can be seen exactly as we describe it.
She always wanted to make love to a clock so she’d know when to stop.
She always wanted to be standing in the limelight in a white satin dress,
no, make that a strapless dress. Now she was older and, no, make that
one with sleeves. She wanted to be a cat hiding in a tree to catch a bird.
(acknowledgment: Poets&Artists, 2012)