Should I leave chocolates for you,
some other ridiculous sacrifice?
Perhaps you just need a favor?
You are not who I am here to please,
but my emptiness is complete without you.
Indeed, a small cup of coffee with you is eternity,
a cure for my numb and pedantic
self of origin.
So what must I do to please you?
What must I do?
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My window at night, iii
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My window at night, ii
My friend, why do you
call on me this way,
when I am alone in the dark
and have no refuge? —
your familiarity,
so foreign to the daylight,
always guessing my thoughts,
correctly, though I resent it.
You bounce with ease
in the warm evening air,
wafting over my chest
and around my legs,
afraid of nothing,
confident as a trumpet.
How can I not yield? -
My window at night
Long hours staring
at the thin crevices of light.
So much more dark to study,
but it is the crusty light
of the city, drawing outlines
of rocking leaves,
gray shadowed screens,
and odd-shaped gaps in the blinds
that mesmerizes
(perhaps something blinks) —
a fright for children
to wake up to —
the lens of every dream,
every imagining,
every truthful longing. -
Haunted
I had thought it was God who
visited me that night, or the devil,
but perhaps it was just you,
enveloping me in your divine
dark, made from clusters of fear,
transformed by your growing older,
more confident, your revenge
for all those nights of angst,
wickedness, and unfair advantage.When your eyes catch mine across
the room, our lips press tight
to not let on, sneaking behind
a screen, our laughter spatters
and chokes our words —
deep knowing and merciful
forgetting — delivering us from
all that is past, and even present. -
Wednesday Poetry Corner With Jennifer Cartland
I am excited to report that Plum Tree Press has highlighted one of my poems in its Wednesday Poetry Corner. It will appear in a book of poems on the theme of mothers next year.
Submissions are still being accepted, friends, so stick your neck out there with me!!!
I need to get back to my day job — will be catching up with you all this weekend. Thank you all for the support you provide!
I have great pleasure in introducing a poem by Jennifer Cartland to the plum tree. I love the straightforward simplicity of this poem. And I love its poignant ending. This is another of our brilliant submissions for the MOTHER anthology, which we hope will be ready for Mother’s Day 2015. And this is the third in the series of angel illustrations submitted by the brilliant Cleber Pacheco. And while we are on the subject of angels, you will find Touching Angels HERE If you are in the mood for really gentle sounds, this CD is just for you, with love from me.
If you have a poem or art to send in, please do so. We would love to hear from you.
The gift
By Jennifer Cartland
Angel By Cleber Pacheco Somewhere in the silky trill of the early birds
my memory finds you,
and in its deep wanderings
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