A Few New: Call It A – What Exactly?; Shadorma 352; Next, Hail

Here are a few new poems from recent times.

Call It A – What, Exactly?

it has been four days
and the barflies
are starting to grumble
the janitor’s already measuring you
for a trash bag
Go home.



Shadorma 352

her footprints
in the wet cement
On small feet
every day
she skips alongside me though
she’s long since grown up



Next, Hail

Clouds move in mass up
One bold hard streak of lightning
fries the transformer

loud boom pop zzzt bzzz
There go the lights and there go
my nerves. Thunderstorm.

haiku chain

6 thoughts on “A Few New: Call It A – What Exactly?; Shadorma 352; Next, Hail

  1. The footprint one is very poignant. I made a calendar of art made from my kids’ hand- and footprints when they were wee and now their feet are so colossal I don’t think they would fit on a sheet of standard paper. Ha ha! I actually make hand- and footprint art throughout the school year with my preschool students and compile them all into a book for the end of the year because I like to think that, some day in the future, their parents will like looking back on how little they were.

    I love the use of onomatopoeia in the storm poem. The barfly poem made me laugh. Being measured for a coffin is one thing but the trash bag made me laugh.

    • The footprints were inspired by a memory of a stone wall at my granparents’ house, with a smoothed concrete top that my older cousins had put their handprints in plus the date (I was not born when this was done). I am sure this wall is long gone, but in my mind, I can still see it, those small hands still live on…as for the problems at the bar, the janitor is just fed up! and knows how to handle things to move them along.

      • You never know. Those handprints might be there for the rest of time. One of the most wonderful, touching things I have ever seen in a museum was an exhibit in Rome of a Roman child’s footprint where they had clearly stepped in the material before it had set. I just loved that it had been preserved for millenia.

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