Monthly Archives: April 2020

Sonnet in which the Polar Vortex is Barely Mentioned (Original Version) It’s an old familiar song early morning after a thaw – the sky scoured to high gloss, my shadow legs snicking open closed through puddles. As day resolves from … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as  a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it.                  Choosing the fairy spud                                              © 2020 Norah Vawter, all rights reserved Norah Vawter is a freelance writer, editor, and the … Continue reading →

Original Version A cardinal flew into the muddy March yard Such a sharp red against the gloom— They say cardinals are our loved ones Come back to say hello– And this Spring I needed your assurance That you’ve moved on … Continue reading →

Feeding(Original Version)   The turkey vultures, from your front porch, glide through the cool morning air,  majestic, mysterious, five of them circling — some carcass in their sights.   From your front porch you can’t tell they’re vultures — they … Continue reading →

              Love’s Cost (Original Version)   That I have loved and ever lost        shall tell you of the cost –     the toll it takes         when a heart breaks       is always worth the cost.   unselfish love, … Continue reading →

Solstice Poem(Original Version) Black and White wear each others clothes And the darkest moment is that moment when the dark lets go The thing to do, I guess Is love the darkness, knowing darkness Also disappears And trust the light, … Continue reading →

If I Were a Masochist“Keep yourself out of your poems.”(Original Version)   If I were a masochist I would keep myself out of my poems. I would still write about my bad year., But I wouldn’t give myself credit for … Continue reading →

The Keep (Original Version)   Once upon a time you stepped outside. Over your shoulder then—iconic walls you’d known since you were carried in, an infant to be baptized in the stained-glass light, beneath the gaze of marble saints, enfolded … Continue reading →

Nowadays (Original Version)   Sometimes I imagine I get in the car & it takes me to where you want to go only I deviate to some country road gas station with manual pumps & car grease on the floor.  The salesclerk … Continue reading →

Treacherous Waters – Part 2(Original Version) Cold, unforgiving, treacherous waters, the ocean crushes from a numbing black oblivion.   Creaks, moans a steady song is sung as the boat pitches and rolls.   Observe without detection then stand to fight. … Continue reading →