Friday, November 30, 2012

Our Ride Among The Stars By Shirley Kobar

Divine One
We live and breathe
Your great goodness.
Bless us
with your healing spirit.
Let it rest among us,
So that we may see
with restored vision
The gift of life,
and our ride among the stars.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Single Old woman At The Bus Stop

Always surrounded by powerful men,
Yet singles determined, and sad,
She stares at the crowds, sane or insane,
Her baroque cane traces figure eight down mad!
Heavy mind on thin ice,
Her wrinkles curl like eggshells,
Hope lingers in her smiles, silent voice,
Blue memories, in a blue moon spells.
Sharp stop, greyhound bus door opens,
she stands up, step forward,
Her hair grey, showing odds in her age, odd omens,
Her eyes blink like wings of moths, lightness look backward.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Periphery By Kay Ryan

Unlike igneous
porphyry, famous
since the Egyptian
basin business,
periphery is no
one substance,
but the edges
of anything.
Fountains, for instance,
have a periphery
at some distance
from the spray.
On nice days
idle people circle
all the way around
the central spout.
They do not get wet.
They do not get hot.
If they bring a bottle,
They get kicked out, but
generally things are mild
and tolerant at peripheries.
People bring bread the
Pigeons eat greedily.

Saturday, November 10, 2012


Squint between neon signs,
you see a wild unicorn
with orange breath, no fans,
you war hoop pass the sky, soul torn.
stars tango with white heels,
Earth carrying their dream wheels,
The universe party under big round moon,
While you breastfeed your child
with a motherly song.