Sandra Sims-Martin: Poems

4.4k · Jan 2011

Because It's An Adverb

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Because It's An Adverb

All you need to say
in seventeen syllables
wrapped up cunningly.

1.1k · Jan 2011

Bird bath

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Bird bath

Bathing in the pond
a Jay scatters firework drops
against the sunset.

1.0k · Jan 2011

Morning Coffee

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Morning Coffee

A waterfall of
finches flowing branch to branch
down the oak to feed.

755 · Jan 2011

A Day In The Life -- Yesterday

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

A Day In The Life -- Yesterday

Me and my sister
aisle dancing in a thrift store
singing with R E M

622 · Jan 2011

Internal dialogue

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Internal dialogue

Mad with me this morning.
Time to build a bridge
and get over myself.

617 · Jan 2011

Bells

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Bells

The slanting sun gilds
random leaves silver. Will they
****** in the breeze?

545 · Jan 2011

The Way

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

The Way

Following my nose,
going where my feet lead me,
I embrace a world.

431 · Jan 2011

Untitled

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Untitled

Mad at me this morning.
Time to build a bridge and
get over myself.

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