Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Thank God for Spring & Family Shimmering blue pink and yellow pebblesglisten in today’s glorious sunshine underneath the oceanic roaring waterof my brand newly planted by my visiting Beaverton sonfreshly arrived from Amazon WATER PUMPas seen through my newly exposed … Continue reading →

Maples Helicopters litter our porch and our neighbor’s driveway like puzzle pieces scattered on a table, varied sizes, different shades of same hue, impossible to spot how they fit together, how in their seed propeller, they hold the force to … Continue reading →

luxe red roses wrapped in linen—tissue paper-thin; unexpectedlyredolent; tucked between opulentoxblood leather cushionson the orient express andcarelessly forgotten—speak in muted tones ofuntold adventures, unsunglongings, days gone by, and themystery of what might have been … © 2023 Rich Follett – … Continue reading →

Երբեք մի մոռացիր–Μην ξεχνάτε ποτέ–Nie vergessen–Never Forget I’d like to fill my yard with forget-me-nots,common blue wildflowers with faces of five lobes,Myosotis, some more rare in shades of violet.I’d like to fill my world with plants rooted in soil,leaves like … Continue reading →

Taps, Elementary School That flag meant business.It would flap like an eagle.It would freeze into metalstrangle the pole.Five, ten, twenty times my heightand climbing.I didn’t know whether the pole was a nail or a screw.I didn’t know whether the rope … Continue reading →

My Life in Coffee Cups Chrissy’s —white with green lettering, coffee shop In Maine, to celebrate my birthday. Casablanca—cream with black lettering, from a boutique hotel in NYC. Starbuck’s mug from my daughter, white on white, the leaf’s vein in … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as  a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Birdsong, On Zoom (a haiku) Copyright 2023 Marian Shapiro Marian Kaplun Shapiro is a psychologist and author of five books … Continue reading →

Winter into Spring Landscape washed in cold cold waterthree days past spring.  Trees stripped of leaves,of names, are still gray.  Scentless, stiff daffodils brave the northeast wind.Magnolia petals scatter. Clusters of purple deadnettle   sprout over grass and glass alike.Beside them … Continue reading →

Take the Day and Sculpt Long-Stemmed, Iron Roses into Apology Do not let his anchored body bend,let it rise from the wrought ironshe turns through the night,let her tiny, grief-stricken hands take the stirring pastand twist it until metal flowers … Continue reading →

The Pie Not Baked Fear crowds the pantry. Cans of pureed pumpkinhold on. White and brown sugar stand in crisp bags.Spice bottles’ mouths stay sealed. Graham cracker crustcryosurvives elsewhere, but must defrostwhen pecans near an endtime stamped in ink.Wood shelves … Continue reading →