by Mary E. Lowd
February 20, 2020
Lemon butter star,
Shining from the earth,
Full of flavor,
Full of light,
When we wonder who we are,
What anything is worth,
As least we can savor, Continue reading “Lemon Butter Star”
Category: Poem
Blueprint for a Daffodil
by Mary E. Lowd
March 3, 2021
The architecture of the daffodil
Fascinates me
Every curve and contour
So bold and exact Continue reading “Blueprint for a Daffodil”
In the Room
by Mary E. Lowd
March 13, 2021
The voices in the room
Criss-crossing
Over, under
Each other
Speaking of hope & doom
How to think
Who is right Continue reading “In the Room”
I Need a Unicorn
by Mary E. Lowd
Begun on 7/11/2020; finished 8/18/2023
I need a unicorn
Whose silver fleece and shining horn
Lead the way
Down cobbled paths and sandy trails
Beside the shore Continue reading “I Need a Unicorn”
The Necromouser Cycle
by Mary E. Lowd
January, 2006
I.
Like a cat,
I bring you a dead mouse,
Mine has ellipses for a tail……… Continue reading “The Necromouser Cycle”
The Sweet Berry
by Mary E. Lowd
Summer, 2001
A wise Sage walked in a yard
Eating of the berries that there grew,
They tempted with color black,
They taunted with taste
Sour as were they green. Continue reading “The Sweet Berry”
Waiting On Elaine
by Mary E. Lowd
Spring, 2007
Before a daughter, a time of waiting,
A time before memory.
I walk the halls of my own childhood,
Places and houses only dimly remembered;
I will not find her there
But I think I am looking. Continue reading “Waiting On Elaine”
Also
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
“Do you love me?”
“I love wind and rain and sun. Newborn puppies, my mother’s homemade chocolate cake, and sitting quietly, just thinking.” Continue reading “Also”
I Only Write Poems About Roses
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
My friends Midge and Claude
Know colors and rhymes
They’ve seen and read all there is
Their memories are longer than mine Continue reading “I Only Write Poems About Roses”
Universe, Schmooniverse
by Mary E. Lowd
Some universes
Have too many rules
And too few
Inherent contradictions
So I bid farewell
To that orderly prison
And step through the veil
To a realm of surrealist visions Continue reading “Universe, Schmooniverse”