play ball

i don't need
the hit
i'm already gone

spent and spitting
one-two-three
outta the park
skinned

empty box
bases full
nowhere to go
but watch
the game run

chewing gum
chicklet fun
i don't need
the hit
i'm already gone




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a new season

her skin was summer
sunkissed caramel
winter placed his hand
melting passion
licking saccharin
and the two
slid into
a new season

burning white heat
a moon on fire
a perspiring sun
they spun
against heaving tides
dissolved
in surging midnights

summers scarlet mouth
winters icy pole
turned wind
into a hurricane
soaking flesh
stirring spasms
colliding and trembling
in a new season



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click for larger view my take on a currier and ives

snow again

     I am a Canadian, yes , but I had the smarts and moved to the west coast, traded my snow shovel in for an umbrella. It was the best choice of survival. I love the arts and have been writing poetry since I was a little girl. This is my first submission so perhaps I am finally growing up. Since giving up the 9-5 I have time to do the things I love, write, paint, chat and sit in the sun. cheers! Happy New Year to everyone at the-hold!