My Tiny Bag of Sand (February 2007)

under every pyramid
and bodies freshly tanned
finds the topic of my poem
it’s my tiny bag of sand

I can see it in my mind
like ideas newly planned
a little piece of Heaven
is my tiny bag of sand

people walk along the coastline
picking shells up in their hand
but they’ll never grasp the concept
of my tiny bag of sand

it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
my tiny bag of sand

   

      

Copyright L.M. 2007. (alternate end stanza:
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
on vacation, far away
idolizing Hemingway
my tiny bag of sand )

Months of Counting

Paragraphs on topic,
friends and family present,
a feeling of life on the edge of something newer
Cards and feelings on the table
freshly polished and bombarded with notions
verging on hypotheses not far from illusions

Sentence structure will remain
long after flowers fade and shades are drawn
But would it just wait a while longer?
Dew has not yet settled
and the ink barely begun to flow
There is no knowledge yet but with warnings cautiously heeded
there is promise and hope

What shall emerge from this thick-skinned cocoon?
Or will anything at all?
A new plan could enable us to breathe once more
Or it may again fall short of expectations
and dependence on cure upon cure will resist the pressure
of the deepening crease on my brow
and the tweeting of the sparrows,
the beckoning call of nature

 

Copyright L.M. 2005.