You may be asking yourself, (or probably not), “Why hasn’t Sarah been posting poems lately?” And the truth of the matter is I haven’t written any lately – it’s been a busy late summer and fall, and with all this life happening, writing isn’t. But also, I have been thinking about this blog and theContinueContinue reading “Posting Poems”
Category Archives: poetry
Readings and Reading
This weekend, I had the great joy of reading at the Columbus Arts Festival. You never know with poetry readings – there could be dozens of people, or there could be one: your husband. Fortunately for me, the Columbus Arts Festival drew thousands of people, and a few of those folks stopped to linger aroundContinueContinue reading “Readings and Reading”
Interference
*poof!*
Measuring Rings
Settle your shifting vision on the maple stumpyour son is standing on, growing outof all your ancient history. The past keeps repeatingin new rings, health you measure by breadth.You count the number of times you’ve grownout of the fire, the layers of heartwood healingover scars, new branches jutting from woundwood.Do you see the little manContinueContinue reading “Measuring Rings”
The New Landscape
The New LandscapeI’ve bundled branches, sawed stumps low,cut down in twenty minuteswhat took years and years to grow.What do you think the neighbors knowabout the severed limbs that jutfrom bundled branches, their stumps sawed low?The taxus and squared boxwood woethe push and pull as the hand saw cutsdown what took them forty years to grow.AContinueContinue reading “The New Landscape”
Sydney Cast in Shadow
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”
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 Corner Stand
The Corner StandThe pick-up’s open tailgate displaysthe fruits of our labors – bushel basketsof fresh-picked sweet corn, Sugar Babywatermelon, zucchini, yellow squash,tomatoes, green bell and banana peppersall arranged in quart containers.It is unpredictable at the corner stand –will passersby, hankering for a dozen,see our shining vegetables, mouths wateringfor a taste of straight-from-the-vinecherry tomatoes, pull inContinueContinue reading “The Corner Stand”
Sarah Marie Wells 