by Mary E. Lowd
February 12, 2018
Life is like
Building a sandcastle
As the tide comes in.
Eventually everything you do
Will be washed away, Continue reading “Between the Waves”
Tag: poem
The Cat and the Chair
by Mary E. Lowd
March 31, 2021
If to arise you desire
Without earning my ire
Then answer thee
These riddles three… Continue reading “The Cat and the Chair”
The Otter and the Neighing Flowers
by Mary E. Lowd
May 26, 2020
At the vanguard of the flowers,
“Charge!” cries the otter,
“Bring joy and color to the world!”
“Nay!” cry the flowers,
“We are not a battalion!” Continue reading “The Otter and the Neighing Flowers”
The Otter and the Rose
by Mary E. Lowd
April 6, 2020
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An otter and a rose,
Enjoy the sunset together—
Trading secrets,
Sharing dreams,
Whispering words,
That get carried away by the wind. Continue reading “The Otter and the Rose”
The Otter and the Daffodils
by Mary E. Lowd
October 7, 2020
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An otter went walking in the woods one day,
And saw some yellow flowers along the way,
“I have friends who’d like to see,” quoth he,
“These yellow flowers in a picture with me!” Continue reading “The Otter and the Daffodils”
The Cat Who Wished to Be a Horse
by Mary E. Lowd
March 24, 2021
Come join the hunt!
Gallop & trot
Whinny & neigh
And if your whinny
Sounds more like meow…
Don’t let it get in the way! Continue reading “The Cat Who Wished to Be a Horse”
The November Rose
by Mary E. Lowd
November 7, 2019
The November rose
Doesn’t care about the time
Or weather or
The growing darkness
All around Continue reading “The November Rose”
The Late August Rose
by Mary E. Lowd
August 17,2019
The late August rose,
Has seen the summer passing.
Petals fall from its blooms,
Like scales from our eyes. Continue reading “The Late August Rose”
Simple Companionship
by Mary E. Lowd
March 4,2021
Two flowers beside each other,
Without words or needs,
Swaying in the same breeze,
Shaded by the same clouds,
Glowing under the same sun— Continue reading “Simple Companionship”
The Fairy Flower
by Mary E. Lowd
March 2, 2021
Her wings askew
Like petals gold
The fairy’s flight
From love withheld
Freezes her
Statue still; statue cold
Yet spring’s delight
Warm sap like blood
Enlivens her Continue reading “The Fairy Flower”