A Few Poems

You Are an Elephant

Raised on four grand columns,
your bulk is as much as
seventy-five monkey-men –
who scatter, respectfully,
and you never apologise.

You put fear into stoutest hearts,
then  get on with your work.
Every day you forage.
Eat much, drink much, wallow,
write poetry.

~~~

Belonging

wings wave
a silver gull
skims the foam

then up
on familiar
urgent currents

perfect in her world
of blue and white
and emerald deeps

~~~

Horizon

Can I see the
curve of the earth?
Do those clouds
touch the sea?

Will the ocean
notice my tears
and rise
a little higher?

A moment’s evaporation
returns the status quo.

 ~~~

Writing a poem is like finding a small bird

looking up your eyes wander and find a tree
seeing nothing but the tree

close your eyes and stop
listen to the silence

a door slams
a dog barks
a bird calls

your mind goes its own way
a dozen things flicker in and out
then leaves rustle and you search

you see a tiny patch of colour so you wait
a part-obscured shape forms in your fond eyes

a word or phrase then written
unlocks the rest

~~~

© 2011 Judy Winchester
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