Cindy Smith
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Another Courtship Ritual
A poem from Cindy, for Prompt #2: They meet for dinner every night. Hebrings her snow flowers, white chrysanthemumswrapped in tissue. She wears red silkagainst her warm brown skin and earringsbig as rings of pineapple, like a Mayan princess.Princess Two Rabbit, he calls herhis hand at her waist as they leavethe restaurant, the flowers, white… Continue reading
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Cindy Smith’s NaPoWriMo
My non-blogging friend (and poetry mentor) Cindy Smith has decided to attempt this marathon. Besides the pleasure of her work, I will appreciate the support — especially at nearly 10 PM on day two, when I still don’t have a poem. But she does, and here it is: Spring drifts, granulated, like snow cones… Continue reading
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Today’s poem is from Cindy Smith
Chemotherapy Cindy Smith It should look more dangerous than this. They should pierce your vein with a rattlesnake. They should fill your shirt with snow. All these bare-skulled penitents know it’s true. This is… Continue reading
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New Year Haiku
Andrew tells us there is a tradition of writing a ‘positive’ haiku on the first day of the year. His is here, and Jill has joined in here. Mine is below; if you would like to add yours to the comments, I’ll bring it up for a New Year’s poem dance. frozen garden — … Continue reading
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Poem From A Friend
This Garden Cindy Smith you cannot know what you have planted buttercup, bramble, or choking thorn they are all here before you in their most secret form, root threads or seeds closed like fists in the sun and you must pick, and plant unknowing, and never knowing if the mud in your… Continue reading
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