August Poetry Postcard Fest: Days 4-6

Sorry, but I'm behind in posting these.  Being away from home and without access to a scanner or easy transfer of digital cameras means I can't capture the actual postcards.  But here are a few of my postcard poems for your enjoyment.




August 4, 2010


This is the way I remember you,
juggling apples while I tried
not to laugh.  Everyone at the market
stared, my cheeks, apple round,
apple flushed.  I was never
as sweet as you imagined
but you insisted tart apples
were always your favorite.

August 5, 2010

Mont-Tremblant, Cafe

Early morning birdsong,
rise and fall of rapidfire
notes.  I am tune deaf,
rhythm blind, my instinct
to home almost as strong
as this need to linger
over one more cafe au lait.

August 6, 2010

I could tell you fog slithered

along the asphalt and you might

think of snakes.  If I mentioned

tendrils, maybe you'd imagine a road

kill Medusa, spread eagled across

the median, hair shifting, coiling

in a light breeze.  I could say

the deer ghosted out of those trees,

its hooves vanishing into mist and still

you would not understand

how my heart hurdled the distance

between accelerator and brake.