Writing Angst: Take Two

Still struggling to create, still struggling over all.  So, I’ll share another poem I wrote a while back.  Thank God I have this stuff to pass along on off days.   My apologies for this deviation from the normal fare.  I hope this gives you another sense of who I am as a writer.



 Summers I plant petunias

                arrange them on porches

                and watch from front windows


The burrowing of cats


                the almost gray

                of almost morning


The lawn is mowed

The hedges trimmed and


                I am haunted


By the rose which is not a rose

By the rose which is not a rose






                call it yellow







                paying homage to palms


I do not know you

I do not know myself


We are in ruin among the apple seeds