Tracy McPherson, US

 

 

Free Verse   Mile marker 9   Auntie Can you see me? I'm standing on the Shoulder of the Highway At Mile Marker 9 It's a power place you know While my heart cries Who will I talk to? The wind blows through My body, through my grief bringing strength and the memory of laughter with you Clearing my heart Leaving the gift Of Clarity and Love Aloha Oe Auntie     Number One   It's your birthday a sultry evening here warm on the dunes wow! that lights up a chakra and memories Remember summer nights on the dunes? I feel you tugging at my heart I pick up the phone push some numbers a harsh nasal twang answers I reached the stonewall Hope you had a happy birthday GO Racer! Go Racer!     Disarmed   Isn't it amazing The absolute magic of life It puts us through the shredder Grinds us to a pulp Throws us into a chaffing basket And blows away the dross Reduces us to a small lump to be tempered and become some sort of Damascean steel able to withstand it all only to be reduced to a small soft lump when a baby falls asleep on our shoulder a puppy licks our toes or an old love says Hello     Pink Pearls and Turtlenecks   It was a lovely evening I had a pink pearl You wore a turtleneck I watched you pull up Driving your brand New Thunderbird I felt like a princess As you escorted me blue eyes sparkling opening the car door A leather interior Cruising the drive in with you In your blue Thunderbird On the Silver Strand listening to the radio Watching the sunset Waiting for the Moon rise In your Blue Thunderbird I felt like a Princess     The Osprey   magnificence and power perches in the tree watching the bay small birds ignored his eyes on the fish jumping sparkling splashing water whsssssh intention fulfilled he soars in victory and perches in the tree     Nothing Lost   Summertime folks on vacation a dog barks distracted by a bag of fries someone whistles thieves swarm like cockroaches emptying the house the old woman heard the whistle black and whites waiting in the alley     Communication Breakdown   I saw the mail truck Down the block As I walked back From the beach A surge of hope Rusty old thing Beach grass and sand Surrounds the post Carved like a dolphin holding it almost upright I peer inside Nothing but dust And disappointment The phone doesn't Ring A loud message The voice on the Computer says Error file number 000 no message      Wind In My Hair   I wasnt cut out to be left behind not a polly put the kettle on kind of woman I was a lover and a mother and I had my own gypsy wailing in my soul A boy to raise Life adventure living real for all the thrills laughter romance walking out of the bar with the trophy guy on my arm dancing in the street being an angel of mercy and always the Innocent falling for the cowboy or the outlaw I didnt have the right glasses to see the game never saw a rule book til I wrote my own moved to my own arena Wild woman in her Power Suit a Trust Banker by day Mystery by night or maybe the Lady from LaJolla was just pub crawlin     It was a lovely merlot   After an evening At the theatre Chilly with the Scent of coming rain In the air The sound of Vivaldi Filled the room Lightening flashed And thunder rolled Quick, come with me! I thought to watch The lightening Oh! My surprise We were dancing Wine glasses in Hand laughing And toasting as Raindrops splashed And mixed with The wine It was A lovely merlot