"headstands" poems
frozen coke
family matters
sack swing
hugs
at 822 Pine Avenue
late nights
pillow forts
peach cobbler dessert
at 822 Pine Avenue
headstands and trampolines
laughs
a front porch swing
at 822 Pine Avenue
wives tales & mud pies
at 822 Pine Avenue
pecan tree
bench beneath
singing in her sleep
at 822 Pine Avenue
bird fountain and basketball net
a ball needing air
popsicle stains on shirts
at 822 Pine Avenue
mining for rocks down the alley
papa's roof was *****
at 822 Pine Avenue
birthday parties
coconut pies
drawing pictures in the front room
at 822 Pine Avenue
Geraldine stories
flash light animals
sleepovers with the twin beds pushed together
at 822 Pine Avenue
talking in her sleep
frying me bacon to eat
Sunday afternoon lunches
At 822 Pine Avenue
1 husband
3 kids
7 grandchildren
13 great grandchildren
at 822 Pine Avenue
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Some days were easy and others were hard
But I have always been by your side
We have shared all of our highs and lows
Witnessed countless tears you've cried
Who we are is not who we once were
I don't care, I'm still right here
If you choose not to be friends
Know I'll hold the memories dear
Parts of what we used to have
Are within the reach of our hands
Take a moment and look back
Remember us as kids, headstands
We were meant to stay together forever
If you feel like we should part
Do not hesitate to come back home
You always have a place in my heart
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
I used to take pride in my ability
to stand on my head
with my palms flat on the floor
forming a triangle with my head
or yoga style
head cupped in my hands
and forearms to elbows
taking the weight
I could kick up
one leg following the other
to come together
and form a perfect column
or I could tippy toe towards my trunk
balance my knees on my jutting elbows
lift my hips through ninety degrees
then raise both legs skywards
or I could tuck my knees in
and unroll upwards
like a punga* frond
perfectly controlled
powerful
exultant
I remember the feeling of triumph
when I balanced there
the soles of my feet visible to God
my blood pounding and pooling in my head
upside down against the world
loving it
*Punga- the New Zealand tree fern
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
See infinity
stop looking; freeze tag, slumber
parties, best friends and
looking for the stars.
Finding “now” in headstands and
long-distance running
(and) different ways of
saying things: five, seven, five,
beating, drum, beating.
Don’t worry, you can
(still) be a wordsmith and (still) choose
Your own adventure.
Photophobia,
_________, ________ ____________
___________ ____________
ideas (stealing
real estate) and no space left
for this thought (to develop)
(stay sharp)
Don’t dull the senses;
the light won’t help you see
if your eyes are closed.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC