A poem inspired by an episode of Mad Men


Today I am going to be brave and post a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It, seriously, was inspired by an episode of Mad Men. Go figure.


I wish I’d known that was the last time.
I would have worn my red dress
And painted my nails
And worn lipstick.
Instead I was wearing my flannel nightshirt
And my hair wasn’t just right.
Our death
Was hidden in the
Tea leaves left behind.
Signs of the future
Camouflaged in the past.
Twisted around in the present.
Around me everywhere.
I was just too blind to see.
I wish I’d know that was the last time.


Tea Ceremony – a poem


Tea Ceremony

On my mat in the temple
The tea’s steam rises.
It points the way.
The path is not straight.
Not easy.
It silently winds around
Imaginary unseen
Unseen mountains
Where it meets
Making their way down
To earth.

National Poetry Writing Month



You might already know: I love poetry. April is one of my favorite months because of National Poetry Month and I like to celebrate it on my blog every April. It’s a tradition.

I like to write one poem a day. It doesn’t always happen but I try. Most of the time what comes out is crap and not fit to see the light of day. But I will write it, get it out of me and then revisit it in a few months. Sometimes there will be a nugget of something there to work with.

NaPoWriMo encourages us to write a poem everyday in April. I will be doing that! I won’t publish a poem here everyday in April but I will post one or two or three.  I think I will also read some of my favorites as well.

To kick things off here is a a recording of myself reading one of my favorites: Anne Sexton’s Music Swims Back To Me. I recorded it for National Poetry Month last year.