A poem by Patricia A.

I gaze at the shore
in the distance
with its promise
of soothing rest
under the shade
of palm trees
that will shield my wounds
from the searing sun,
and its promise
of cold, fresh water
that will stir and wake
my flesh, my mouth.
I gaze at the shore,
so distant—and still
it stirs my mind
and wakes my soul.

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A comment from Stan
The clerihewvian experiment was quite a blast for us–such an outpouring of creativity and good humor and excitement. We could hardly wait to check email to see what new thing someone had created or to be prompted to a new burst of creativity ourselves. There were forty-two entries, all told, and even [...]

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A poem by Patricia A.
Inspired by last night’s City Commission meeting (May 6, 2008)
The circus came to town and stayed;
it set out tent at City Hall.
Stubborn minds will not be swayed,
and elevated egos will not fall.
How do good intentions go astray?
And how do so-called servants have the gall
to make [...]

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A poem by Patricia A.

a tragedy of four was
trimmed to three
to fit the clichéd geometric mold
of lust, betrayal, and love,
or,
something that pretends to be love,
that takes a form the prey will trust,
or needs;
that has an insatiable hunger; that devours
and discards,
and left you, the extra line, alone,
detached.
but then, he too became a solitary line
after a [...]

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