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”
Tag: poem
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”
Octopus Eclipse
by Mary E. Lowd
The complicated touch of an octopus
Is always out of reach
As ungraspable as stars in the sky
Each sucker disc
Moves on its own
All together, they move like a constellation
In the sky Continue reading “Octopus Eclipse”
The Otter in the Lilac Bush
by Mary E. Lowd
1.
As I wandered on a sunny day,
I came upon an otter along my way,
Living in a lilac bush. Continue reading “The Otter in the Lilac Bush”
Knowing
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015
I used to think that if you knew something was true
about yourself, you could change it.
Know that you’re boring? Be interesting.
Know that you’re shy? Be bold. Continue reading “Knowing”
Pins and Strings
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015
I glimpsed glittering worlds through a veil,
I pushed back the veil, explored, and wrote down
what I saw. Continue reading “Pins and Strings”
Do You Dare?
by Mary E. Lowd
A gift for my mother on her 60th birthday
When the mighty peach doth approacheth,
Wield thy vorpal cats and their snicky-snacky claws,
All twill be avenged upon such floral spheres,
They were ne’er giants nor windmills,
Only the fruit of nonsense upon a platter. Continue reading “Do You Dare?”