Thursday, November 22, 2012

SHE SLEW NOT GOLIATH


The Star of David
sparkled in the snow globe,
Reminding her of the day
she almost bought grape jelly.

Spread on thick,
his accounts of life
gave richness to the day,

Like the jelly,
she almost bought for him
to spread on thick
on peanut butter
sandwiches --

Both would have given
sustenance
to a relationship
still forming.

Hesitant,
she left the globe
on the shelf,
the possibilities
still ajar.



A RIVER CROSSING


Not the Styx,
No,
nor the Xanthos,

No steamboats here,
no sacred burials.

Just a gentle flowing
tributary --
the moon reflecting
as a footpath on its waters

lovers have been known
to cross.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

ALICE MADONNA


She is pink
And the baby in her arms
shares the pinkness
of her aura.

She is a mother
first and foremost.
A Madonna of a survivor

Her home,
her friend’s life lost,
Her husband rising 
from the ashes --

Propane had proven
fatal.

Oxygen, by all accounts,
her Elixir
as it passed from hers 
unto her child’s breath.

Her daughter poised
at her breast,
she celebrates renewed hope.

Her husband by her side,
her sons waiting at home --
Her life, at once, complete
and whole again.