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COLD SNAP

 

 

the third day of cracklin’ cold

and take-the-dog-in nights

 

tee shirts   under flannel   under wool

a forty five minute outage

 

forewarns that water pipes might freeze

 

seven inches of elegance

muffles the neighborhood

  flake by tiny flake

 

delight of winter mingles with dread

wires hum     branches creak

 

phone line snorts

and whirs like a helicopter

 

could be that we are not

the masters of our world

 

Barbara Reiher-Meyers

Multiple prize winner, many publishing credits, member of Live Poets Society, Island Poets and the LIPC. One book published, workshop leader and contest organizer, L.I. Poetry Calendar online publisher

    FADED WARPAINT

 

Bruises inflicted in blackouts

fade into memory’s sleeve;

 

seldom reappear; slipping out

then quickly fade away

 

disguised by clown white,

powder puff of poetry.

 

Empathy smothers rage

no longer demands revenge.

 

Praying for the enemy takes practice.

 

Barbara Reiher-Meyers

Metamorfruitsis

 

The banana is a giant golden freckled finger

arching and urging

“Taste me, I am the ripe one for you!”

 

The cantaloupe is a reptilic skin

encasing salmon-colored flesh

a school of tiny darting fish, its slippery seeds

 

The coconut is a wiry brown crew-cut

cracked in two hemispheres

crunchy white cocolesterol

 

A group of grapes is an overpopulated planet

plucked. consumed and decimated

threadbare skeletal remains

 

The orange is a poreful peel protecting a womb

filled with a million yellow spermatozoa

bursting with energenetic force

 

The peach is nature’s softest wrap

around chindripping flavor

the furrowed pit pleads for planting

 

The pineapple is a multi-eyed cortex

hostile honeycomb scales and serrated swords

guard the golden pulp

 

The strawberry is a voodoo pincushion

bewitching fragrance you can taste

seedy teeth

 

Ursula Nouza

interpreter and foreign language professor, member of Taproot workshop, book in progress