A Feathered Thing

Hope, so says the poet, is a feathered thingit rests in the soullove is eturnalit keeps those it loves warm and safeit cheerfully sings in every kind of weatherlove is eturnalit never asks to be repaidlove is eturnaldisquieted souls have no hoperestlessness is in their bloodlove is still eturnalthey are cold, lovelessthey never singlove is…

Anger Revised

Anger, I haven’t seen you in awhile Come in and stay, reconsile Danger in being too hostile Anger came in, took off his coat of arms sat down, did not set off any alarm Danger can somehow disarm I sat with him by the fire silence restores the soul Anger turned the key whole transformed…

TG Haiku

Photo by Posawee Suwannaphati on Pexels.com Turkey, and turkeycranberry sauce, potatoes,no whine with the wineMoira Levant © Nov. 29 2019

Drummer Boy

When I was very young, about 9 or 10, my mother gave me a music box figurine of the little drummer boy. To this day I love the carol, and the original choir version of the very very old TV program. Every Christmas when I am in the car driving I put on the radio…

Percephone and her Puppies

Percephone had six puppes and they grew up.Squirrel, there's a squirrel!Six little puppiesgrew up to be dogs, they didthey are two years old!Ralphy, and Sammylive with their mom and dad, yesRalph would like to run!Lady and Midnightlive with a family, they dothey are happy dogsTwo more, yes two moreOlivia has a homewith Edie and NickLilly…

Being there

Photo by Nathan Cowley on Pexels.com what to dowhen there's nothing to dostanding around, or sitting with a friendwatching them implodewhat can I do?sit with them talk to them, listentry to be theretake a piece of their lonliness awayit feels useless, horridly uselessbut it is not, or so the mind sayssometimes it is all that…

Writing

not a writer, nopeI am a musician, yesfather, brother writetime passed, they passed andnow I am a writer, yesso write I must, andyes a writer, yes!and a musician, oh yeahI can do both wellMoira Levant © November 7 2019