Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Pirouette Bare (Original Version)   She waved her hands and twirled around the stage with a locket around her neck of a girl and her mother. She pressed her hands, squeezing tight the necklace with every pirouette. Her dress sparkling … Continue reading →

The Sound of Poetry (Original Version)   Sounds are all I have still, sounds that drift unheard on frequencies in air. Sometimes I put my sounds into a microphone, amplify being ambition, albeit in an absence of current. Sometimes I … Continue reading →

Gorilla At Dallas Zoo Raids Kitchen (Original Version)   My love could be like this— simian desire expressed in cheap beer and expensive cigarettes, the need to mark territory, the wretched hangover. I drag my knuckles along the kitchen floor. … Continue reading →

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 →