poetry – Page 36 – Poems from in between

All’s well that ends (or, My penultimate NaPoWriMo post)

The poet is a beggar: the month’s now been run; All is, well, . . . ended, when tomorrow is done. That you express content (or do not oth’wise say)

Jenifer

It is when I reflect on you that I see myself most clearly, bobbing in the pool on one foot,

Jenifer

Leafbuds half uncurled, chilled in the spring air, await their liberation.

Jenifer

I remember that day when we saw you for the last time and you gasped for breath

Jenifer

Cars, haughty and rushed, hiding drivers’ eyes and thoughts from the pensive sea.

Jenifer

The soft ringing in my ears calls me

Jenifer