Acrostic Poem #1

Kittkens

Kindly watch your step

In this room

They are everywhere

Tails whipping

Ears twitching

Noses

Sniffing

 

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Acrostic Poem #3

party scene

    Bash…

         a pArty, right?

                    See the people

hear tHe music

                  Fill my drink

     can I hide Under the table?

    because I’d reaLly rather go home

A Creature of the Night

 

You must walk confidently, shoulders back,

like you belong in this dark night world –

because then maybe they will believe that you do.

But I know, I know,

as I step out into the dark,

with its dampened sounds and slick sidewalks,

that this is where I belong.

The wind is at my back;

the rain doesn’t seem to touch me.

Invincible is the word racing through my mind,

rushing through my body

as if it’s an element infused in my blood.

 

But that thought always comes before the fall, does it not?

That belief that nothing can harm you,

that your skin, your mind, your soul,

is impervious to all harm . . .

I suppose I will find out when the sun returns;

but for now, I will remain in the dark –

a creature of the night.

Sounds of a Breeze

dandelion seeds in the breeze

The breeze is all around me

enveloping me with a soft whisper

shhhhhhhh

The branches of the sugar maple

sway back and forth

Leaves upturned

revealing their fuzzy green undersides

feathery and delicate

like the flower buds of early spring

and petals floating through the air

It isn’t warm yet isn’t cold

comfortable

to sit

and be silent

patient

shhhhhhhh. 

Grasses wave gently

in the cool breeze

rocking back and forth,

back and forth

a sweet lullaby

shhhhhhhh

shhhhhhhh

The air is mingled with mockingbird calls

crying out

their melodious voices in rhythm

with the breeze

shhhhhhhh.  

It comes in gusts

although not forceful

Gently.

Gently.
Gently.

Do not disturb the calm

of the breeze.

 

-Marie Walters (June 2018)

The Dream

large forest at night with a full moon in the sky

 

I dreamt I was in a forest

Surrounded by shadows of clinking tree branches

In the pitch-black night

The cool white moonlight

Around my pale reflection

In a dried-up stream bank

 

I dreamt I heard noises

CRACK.

I whip around

Nothing

And yet when there was really something there

I failed to notice.

 

I dreamt and feared the endless emptiness

In the misty woods

And my surrounded isolation

But I settled into the warm ground

Dead leaves, moss, and brush

And I fell asleep, shivering, in the freezing air

 

I dreamt I then woke

To a coyote curled next to me in the leaves

And above me a mouse that barked

 

I dreamt this was not a dream

I dreamt that this dream I dreamt was real

I dreamt I dozed off again to dream on the forest floor

 

And when I woke up

I was alone.

 

-Marie Walters (May 2018)

night swimming

bright full moon in a dark, slightly cloudy sky

wet tinted goggles give the moon a fractured halo

of faint chaotic cobwebs spinning white and gold

the water is full of dancing flashing shadows

faint songs drift over from the carnival next door

the soft smooth darkness blurs the leaves

that whisper through the windlessness

you drip on the deck in the empty air

in a clammy towel, water slips down your spine

around the porch light doomed moths spiral

their quiet wings flash across your eyes

and fireflies surprise you in the night.