Tracy
McPherson, US
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Free Verse
A Heart
Divided
as a
girl I read
adventure stories
and poetry of
travel and exotic worlds
how I wanted to see them
do that, be there
and to be a “silly sally”
couldn’t abide being
a polly put the kettle on
kind of woman
But I longed for
a family, the house
on the hill and all
the trappings too
raised a child up
to be a good man
I drove those fast cars
taught him to fly kites
ride bikes, catch fish
he surfed and
had his own adventures
I caught big fish
picked coffee
and crawled through
lava tubes and mud caves
designed fine jewelry
had the adventures
walked my path
now at sunset
I’m looking for the
house on the hill
and hiding the maps
Gypsy
Slumber, Please
It’s
been five years
in the same town
well, a couple
local moves
and I am finally
hearing surf
smelling salt air
some sort of elixir
seductive sounds
and aromas
I took a chance
and went south to
“Georgia, Shugah”
when I flew back
into San Diego
my first words were
“Thank God I’m home”
Felt soo good to know
my place on the planet
so why is the Gypsy
muttering in her sleep
nattering at me
“The Tradewinds Call?”
Gypsy slumber, Please
The
Wig
Was it the
surf pounding
or was it his head
he reeked of booze
cheap cigars and even
cheaper perfume...
Last night’s woman
was gone
So was his watch,
car keys, wallet and clothes
Not even sure of his location
the County Sheriff found him
His cell phone was still there
“open up, Sheriff”
and the sound of keys jangling
OK Buddy, you’re coming with us..
wrapped in a sheet and cuffed
he stumbled to the car
begging for information
We found your clothes
in the fountain in the park,
your car over the beach cliff,
a woman's wig,
a bottle of Brut
a hotel receipt and a suicide note
led to you... You ain't dead pal,
however, there is the question
regarding several thousands
of dollar in damages created
by your car…..and the week
long party you threw after
you fired your attorney,
and signed all you own over
to charity….
Oh yeah, who does this black wig
belong to????
Six months later, walking away
from the county jail
wondering what happened,
a letter is handed to him
by a stranger…
“Dear Heart, I so regret
you fired me after our fling
I am in Europe, where is
my wig” Ever, Kootchie"
John
Wayne’s Walk
“ya just pick one
foot
up and put it down
in front of the other”
her life was like a
desk calendar
all the squares
for days filled in
different colors
bright, vivid
bold, passionate,
deep nights
brilliant days
and some were
filled with varying
shades of gray
she calls them her own
John Wayne's walk days.
foggy sunrise
bright
orb shrouded
backlit clouds
buildings and trees
vague forms
enhanced by
traffic lights glow
quiet, thirsty city
quenched in mist
Untitled
a lovely
foggy day....
otherworldly
serene
Autumn
early sunsets
horizon empty
heart bare
no green flash
Blue Eyes
There he
is
my blue-eyed friend
peeking over the top
of my desk
He jumps into His chair
and tentatively places
his paws on the desk top
before reaching out
to pat my keyboard
a gentle demand
“Pet Me”
Thanksgiving
Thank you
for the kids next door
who so often carry out the trash
for me
and for my other neighbor who
calls if I haven’t brought
the paper in from the door
Thank you God
for these men who look after me
and for my girlfriends who call
to chat about this and that
for Snow, my silly loving cat,
For Major Dood, who always
makes my heart smile
and my family chock full o' nuts—
explaining that could take a while—
for all the miracles and love
for all the times it seemed
there wasn’t enough
and for all the times there
was so much more to give
to share and to spare
abundance in all it’s forms
I am Thankful for all
of this and more
Thank You God
transition
a warm sunny
day
cloudless starry sky
things bumping
in the night
waking from a dream
wondering why the
neighbor was moving
furniture at this hour
A gust hit the windows
rattling them whipping
them with a splatter of rain
listening, sensing in her mind
all the critters hunkering from the wind
and feeling their collective sigh and
silent call "water is coming
the land drinks tonight"
Haiku
autumn moon
fallen leaves
kiss of wine
Beach
Storm
Took
shelter in a cave
lightning flashed
skies rumbled
Neptune’s horses
racing in the surf
I found warmth
in your arms
for a moment
storm passed
so did the warmth
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