Monday, January 25, 2016

Three Poems by Joanna M. Weston

Hanging In

hanging by
          a cat's whisker
          this silence
hanging on
          to your hand
          a nail
hanging for
          this almost-murder
          stolen kisses
hanging in
          cold air
          blue words
hanging from
          my window
          your gift
hanging out
          at the pub
          with friends
hanging tough
          at a meeting
          and a quarrel
hanging up
          on this
          call to you

The Moment

find wallet
and keys

change my shoes

open the door

say "goodbye"

walk out
into rain

Burying Raspberry Tarts

I stood
box in hand
at the bakery door
watching incomers
others leaving
          watching people

and there he was
friend from long ago
coming in

I looked
the other way

Joanna M. Weston is married, has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses.  Her middle-reader, "Those Blue Shoes," published by Clarity House Press, and poetry "A Summer Father," published by Frontenac House of Calgary.  Her eBooks found at her blog:

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