Small Crop of Birthday Poems

This year wasn't as fruitful as other years in terms of poetry on (or around) my birthday. Perhaps because I turned 40 (although, logically, one might think that would create MORE opportunities to pour one's soul into poetry) or maybe because I wrote 33 poems in November and am simply tapped out. Of course, I can't stop writing completely (any more than I can stop breathing for very long). So, here are a couple of poems that I couldn't help writing while at the monthly FloPoSo meeting


...wait a minute

there was no dripping of
icicles from the eaves
the first snow still lay
fresh on the ground
as night fell and the
temperatures rose
New England countered
this winter event with
lightning and a low
rumbling thunder
no fireflies during this storm
just the flashing lights
of the eager plows

ltv




…ask your doctor

that Love is a drug
is not in dispute
that feeling is strong
the addiction acute

but is it a medicine
to cure all one’s ills
or is it illicit
like opiate pills

something to crave
to steal and to lie for
can we live without it
or is it something to die for

ltv