poetry – Page 7 – Sarah Marie Wells

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!*

Two Poems – Rumble Strip and The Patient Gardener

*poof!*

A Lily Kind of Love

NOTE: Please, please, PLEASE if you know my brother or his fiance, do not disclose this project to them. I am rather certain neither of them are on Facebook or blogger or anything else right now, so I am going to step out on a limb and ask for a little feedback about this sonnet,ContinueContinue reading “A Lily Kind of Love”

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”

Fruit

I almost didn’t write a poem tonight because, well, I’m lazy. And my body said no. But since my body didn’t have to do much to write and since I followed the lead of a friend to make the “Mosaic of Me” on Facebook (which should technically appear below), I decided there had to beContinueContinue reading “Fruit”

In Our Backyard

… a tentative title… and, as all poems go with April PAD, a work in progress. It was time for a poem about my brothers :)In Our BackyardIn our backyard, we were always digging.We needed to practice the artof going deeper, how best to slantthe shovel, step, jump – open up the earth,dump and siftContinueContinue reading “In Our Backyard”

Rappelling

**POOF!**