Poetry Break

Chores
by Sarah Hall

How can I be so important
to have everyone in my household
need me?
That coat that always needs me
to keep it warm
during the rotten months of winter
has now asked for a bath.
Thank goodness my Generosity
faithfully continues its search
for the fountain of youth.
Patience, however, we'll not mention word of.
(His two and three day vacations
tend to stretch into fours and fives.)
Each bill is like a child -
"Me, me Mom! Me first!
I want to go first!"
When really
I don't want to have anything to do with them at all
(see prior statement concerning Patience.)
The carpet cries
the most mournful tears one has ever heard
dreading I should forget
(or perhaps just "postpone")
the weekly grooming.
I dare say that life around here
without me
would turn quite fragile.
And the bed needs a hug and the lights bulb needs a shift change
and I wonder if they call me God?

Poetry Break

Watering the Garden
by Sarah Hall

does Venus feel my pain?
the pain. dull. and continuous. like the rain.
it has been raining for hours now. rain.
rain. rain. that's how is sounds.
rain rain rain drilling holes in my hear.
blood lets. and runs. and swirls with the
rain rain rain
does this weaken my pain? no. just confuses it.
lost is the purity of agony. smeared and smothered
and soaked into the ground. destructed.
the dirt is stained. mud.
Venus, do you feel my pain?

you comedian, from Venus, heavenlyward,
dost thou wallow in the wound of a
bleeding heart?
let the rain rain rain disperse the tainted soul
for mine art the blooms of crimson
that dine on your pain.
monuments for you silly fools to pluck.
rain rain rain
petals drop like rain

Poetry Break

Am I a Poet?
by Sarah Hall

I say - I want to be a poet.
I want to be a writer.
But I am already writing
words that I feel
inside me
on me
around me
I touch
There is the other me
words burn like fire
fire
My soul is on fire
I am singed
my fingertips BLACK
Poetry creates me
one spark
one flame
one ember
at a time

Poetry Break

Bedtime
by Sarah Hall

What is it that causes this mellow mood?
Sources anonymous thou art.
The click click click of the fan
it ceased - as quickly
as this mood has descended upon me.
Free.
Glare saws off the soft edges and reveals reality.
The lampshade use to do us favors.
But came its turn to cry.
The crook in the blankets succumb to the
silky soft creature
black, gentle, feathery.
The hum of sleep energizes the walls,
curtains, plant.
Mellow is so heavy
my body
just lies
in

wait

In wait
for what?
The stuffed frog to
leap to life,
the chick to squabble,
the lamb to start jumping fences
- in my mind.
Transform images into sleep.
They come.

Poetry Break

Queen for a Day
by Sarah Hall

Not sometimes or
part time. No -
All the time.
My cat - queen for a day.
Everyday.
As we speak she lies
sunken in the depths of
a feathered bed.
Her throne.

Peotry Break

Conversation
by Sarah Hall

anywhere? right here!
look about, pity fool.
'tis right on the tip of your nose!
oh dear! my apologies!
there is a small cloud i failed to take notice of...

Poetry Break

English Professor: Ray Shipman
by Sarah Hall

an arrow it has a point
S T R A I G H T to the point ray

shipman has a point some
where
his ball of yarn
reveals a
p
o
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n
t

Poetry Break

The Professor
by Sarah Hall

how is it that we sit
while he CHATTERS
squirrels chatter & they are squirrely
therefore - squirrely he must be as well
i, too, wish to chatter, but i
could chatter minus squirrely, surely.
pah, tis all peanuts

Poetry Break

Inspiration
by Sarah Hall

If words fell from lips as
Petals from a rose
To bless below
Cherry red elegance

To think of words to fill a page
My mind goes awry
Inspiration - where are you?
Lurking just around the...
Wait - I think I saw you
Or was it only a fleeting glance

If only words fell from lips as petals from a rose
Softly caressing that below with colors of
love, passion, friendship...purity
Elegance clutches beauty
As fragile as the sweet, sweet fragrance that
Warns of silent decent
Scattered about they lay
Innocent

Or leapt as though from stone to pebble
Droplets, dashing here, there
Laughing, a splash
Cleanse, refresh, giddy chatter
Hopelessly warns of reinforcements

If only they danced about
twirling, as music on the wind, first tip-toeing
Then tapping
Nimble and dainty, mad and obnoxious
Tossed and turned into symphony