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Jiminy Was Right (NaPoWriMo #13)
Jiminy Was Right She sits up sweat drenched, crying Doesn’t mind pix with smeared makeup After a miscarriage and abortion she didn’t think a baby could emerge Her first child suckles Proof that...
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Two-Gear Gal (NaPoWriMo #13, pt. 2)
Two-Gear Gal Got two gears Speedy and Gonzonked Today feels orange, time to RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNthunk Mind did a hit and run Curse, put ‘er in reverse Survey the carnage which looks like me Time to drive to...
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Boston (There Are No Words)
Boston (sort of a rondelet) There are no words for fear, for gut-deep grief There are no words to give us much relief from action of the thief There are no words © 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp...
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For My Daughter As She Enters the Real World (NaPoWriMo 17)
Susie Clevenger at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, my April Poem-a-Day hangout, asked simply for poems of encouragement. Who deserves more encouragement than a brilliant, beautiful daughter as she...
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Boston Meltdown (NaPoWriMo 19)
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, my April Poem A Day hangout, wanted poems about “melting,” but with an interesting twist: NO use of words like hot, cold, fire, or ice! So my original thought, “What a...
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Spring Again (NaPoWriMo 20.2)
Second poem of the day, I could not resist the dverse prompt about Spring, which means play, gardening, general silliness coming as a consequence of long Wisconsin winters, and… wordplay! Amy Image...
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The Hourglass (NaPoWriMo #22, Poetic Bloomings)
The Hourglass “Like sand through the hourglass,” so goes the daze of my life… a hazy mix of meter and mantra: Shy shy little girl; emerges from shell only if she’s to sing. Singer takes to the road,...
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Hamlet and Juliet in A Midsummer Twelfth Night’s Sonnet on Shakespeare’s...
Hamlet and Juliet in A Midsummer Twelfth Night’s Sonnet on Shakespeare’s Birthday (with apologies to Will) In my salad days, when I was green in judgment, not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty, I was...
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THREE, making up for lost time
Yes, it’s true. I went back to Friday and answered ALL the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompts, to keep up with NaPoWriMo (I didn’t have access to a computer at the hotel, but I did write other...
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Portrait of the Artist as a Little Girl
Last day of Poem a Day, or National Poetry Writing Month. It’s only fitting that I should “pass the torch,” in the form of a poem about our girl Riley, the artist. I’ve included one of her recent...
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