Tiny Little Poem
Tiny Little pillows, Tiny little knives, Think how you’ve impacted Tiny little lives. How I miss your smiling, Yes, and your embrace, Tiny little woman, Tiny little face. Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew
You’d Think (Poem)
You’d think I would be thin by now, You’d think I would have shrunk, And yet the things you’d think you’d think You’d be wrong to have thunk. Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew
The Wardrobe of Kings (Poem)
First published in April 2018, this poem was inspired by a book review in the New York Times discussing former FBI director, James Comey’s, recent book about his experiences in government. The poem is voiced, with great artistic license, from what I imagine to be Comey’s point of view, as he addresses his …
The Masquerade (poem)
A haggard, ragged cuticle, A hair tuft, out of place, A precious moment, wasted: In your world they don’t exist. In your virtual perfection, With your pretty, perfect face, Everybody keeps on smiling. No bad smells or aftertastes. Only one small thing is missing, Only one thing that you lack: It’s my …
The Pour (poem)
My cup, it runneth over: My life is full, A cereal bowl I carry, ‘crost the carpet. My cup, it runneth over: I add and take And pile, and make A thousand mounds of owning. My cup, it runneth over: The corners creep, The order seeps, Until I’m suffocated. My cup, it …
A Parting Gift (poem)
A brown paper envelope, Inscribed by you, addressed to me, With quaint, old-fashioned stamper-y: It lies upon the butcher block, Its letters screaming at me. Inscrutable, decipherable To but a few, your idio- Syncratic script Crawls ‘cross the bundle: Fraktur, shadow-sculpting. And yet, it trails both here and there, And deviates, not following …
The Voyage (poem)
Mother, I miss you, For I can no longer Spill over the fruits Of my harvest To your willing ears, To your captive smile, To your thousand Acclamations. Mother, I miss you: My distaff, divine rod, My compass, pointing True North, Guiding me through peril, Traversing the morass Of fear, quenching me, …
The Problem (poem)
In this poem an engineer confronts a thorny problem with no apparent solution.
The Year
The year is almost over. The year is almost done. And I think of all I’ve failed at And I think of what I’ve won. And if nothing is for certain, And if nothing has been gained, But I walk a little lighter And I feel a lesser pain; And I visit less …
Golden
As I approach my golden year, My jewel in the crown, perhaps: This emotions-partly-frozen year, This artificial, jointed year, This sedentary comforts year Shall fade into the past; And I And I And I And I Shall rule myself At last. Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew
It (Poem)
I wrote this poem in 2017 as a belated addition to the many voices of the “Me Too” movement. Now, we mourn the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the Supreme Court Justice. She did much to advance the cause of women’s rights and disability rights (when will we just call them human rights?) It …
Enlightenment (Ode to Sir Thomas Browne)
{I have included this poem in the series Sixty Days, because it deals with the theme of respecting Science, an attitude that has taken our country to the moon and beyond. It also points out how fragile the scientific mindset is. While this seventeenth-century scholar was ahead of his time in scientific thinking, he …
The Seed Leaf (Poem)
Once, a plant in my garden Had your name on it. An ordinary plant, Philodendron or some such. My children grew alongside And tended it. My first even learned its name, Its real name, Its Latin name. It gradually was crowded out, By roses with spike-thorns, and gingers, By lilies, rain- and toad-, By …
But You (Poem)
Slumming it With you, my friend, Keeping me laughing, Extreme in all things; Swinging purses, Rocking our blue jeans, Dollar pitchers, Alley door waiting. Across the parking lot— Slightly slick— We prance with youth, Toward the smoky dive, When the wind whips by, Snagging our satchels. Mine drifts on the …
Mayday (to the tune of Baa Baa Black Sheep) (poem)
{I’m including this ditty as part of my series Sixty Days , leading up to the 2020 presidential election, because it reminds us of some rather grim times, and the way the administration has responded to dire emergencies. This was first published in the summer of 2017, a very busy season for natural disasters. …
Eclipse (Poem)
This time last year, My son slept on the couch; My girl was inconsolable; My husband, just as much. This time last year, I hobbled on a cane; I struggled with the staircase; My kids drove me insane. This time last year, I got no sleep at all; My son was throwing I-Pads, …
Moon Ate the Dark (poetry submission)
This is my submission, reblogged from Brave and Reckless‘ “Moon Ate the Dark” writing prompt. You will find lots of interesting poetry on this blog. I am really excited and pleased by the amount of submissions I received for the Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge. I intend to post all of the submissions …