Sandra Sims-Martin: Poems

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

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

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

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

Bells

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Bells

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

Bird bath

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

Bird bath

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

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

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

Morning Coffee

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

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

The Way

Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

The Way

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

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Sandra Sims-Martin Jan 2011

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