Sydney Cast in ShadowThe garden stroll before a matinee balletbirds of paradise gawking these palms this lushnessthis pristine park dustless alleythese streakfree storefront windowsthis cloudless painless blue this skylineetched with geometric concrete wavesjutting saucer tower arcing bridgesailboat-speckled placid harbor this paper bagsoaked in grease from fish and chipsMe too far away to seemy blurred faceContinueContinue reading “Sydney Cast in Shadow”
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Roots
RootsNewly planted tree, water. Douse your roots,saturate the soil, stretchbeyond the root ball,wriggle those anxious nervesthrough burlap to new earthand then deeper. Soakso long the mulch rises up,washes away, until you thinkenough. No. This is not enough –uncoil the hose, turn the faucet,we will do this daily, weekly,this whole season. Trainyour roots to reach deep,soContinueContinue reading “Roots”
Easter Saturdays
Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles)Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert.What does all this dying mean, this surrenderafter strivingContinueContinue reading “Easter Saturdays”
Kind of unorthodox for Sarah, but anyway…
I haven’t been following the rules of one of the website’s prompts, but today I wanted to catch up to my once-a-weekday, so I stopped by and found the prompt to write a poem whose first line or title begins All I want is… and then you need to fill in the blank. So IContinueContinue reading “Kind of unorthodox for Sarah, but anyway…”
The Gardener Exhibits His Work
The Gardener Exhibits His Work“Let me show you my garden,” so I follow himout the back patio. Aromas overwhelm the air –vines of roses pruned, trimmed, and trained to climbthe trellis, blooms loosed like curls. Lilac groves multiplytheir purple flowers, precision mathematic, the scentof infinity on the breeze. The garden is strategic –violas, azaleas, peonies,ContinueContinue reading “The Gardener Exhibits His Work”
Enough
EnoughI Chronicles 21:15How many times have you said,Enough! Withdraw your hand –the vessel of your wrath subdued?What invokes this rage, earthquakes,hurricanes, bubonic plague, rampanttrauma sweeping across continents?Why spare any? Impossibleto find mercy in so many, to lookbeyond intractable justice and seelove hollow in bellies of famine-struck,flowing like stopped-up rivers, yearsof cloudless skies, millions dying ofContinueContinue reading “Enough”
Making the Bed
*Poof!*
Canada Geese
Canada GeeseWe fly the same V for weeks, knowour destination without words and sail,driven by a force north to calmer waters.It is almost instinctual, the way we settleon the lake, wingtips ripple, wait for summer.But nesting takes its toll, days stretch out as longas summer shadows. Our hatchlings are a handful,so stressed, endure nine weeksContinueContinue reading “Canada Geese”
Lydia
Lydia*Poof!*
Picture Book
I don’t like my title. Oh well.Picture BookHis gentle dumb expression turnd at lengthThe Eye of Eve to mark his play; he gladOf her attention gaind, with Serpent TongueOrganic, or impulse of vocal Air,His fraudulent temptation thus began.- Book 9, lines 527-531, Paradise Lost by John MiltonMy children identify animals,name and order according to theirContinueContinue reading “Picture Book”
Sarah Marie Wells 