Best Louisa Poems
Louisa May Alcott
Writer’s block, she had nought
Wherever she wrote her stories
Stirred immeasurable glories
Death sips bad coffee in the waiting room
His promise, a beacon to guide from the gloom
As Louisa prepares for her cruel legacy
She speaks deceit almost fluently
Dazed eyes glaze over as dawn light creeps
Black heart still beats, unsynched with the beeps
Her body lays broken, serene and sedate
Yet twisted minds still finds lies to create
The cold rushes in, he's come to take her
" the child is yours " scribbled on paper
Smiles at her words, pleased with her lies
A cold hearted mare til the moment she dies
Life showed us immense kindness when
One day, a princess was born into our home
Uniting estranged brothers, nay, brethren
Into one hive, into one honeycomb
Solomon, Henry, Paul and Stephen
All brothers of yours
Armed themselves morning till evening
Brooms swathing at insects by the gross
Revelry revealed in our victory dances
Aunty wakes up in anger to shut us up
Halting our steps and prances
A queen you were born to be
Mom is proud of you; so are we
Miss Kelsey Louisa is only 5 years old.
but she’s figuring out a lot of things about life.
she knows more than when she was only 4 years old.
Kelsey knows about love.
it’s the way her dog Sandy chases a laughing squirrel
its also the way mama smiles when she gets a letter from daddy
Kelsey knows about unfairness too.
this one is the way mama calls her for dinner right when she’s almost to the middle of
her cherry tootsie roll pop that she saved from the doctor’s office
its also the way Molly tripped her in the park when Kelsey didn’t share
Kelsey understands nervousness.
it’s the way a deer looks when it gets caught eating the roses in the garden
maybe its also the way people sometimes twitch…a cracking of the knuckles, a pacing of
the floor, a tapping of the foot, even a clenching and unclenching of the lips
oh, and Kelsey understands death too.
this one is the jingling of the phone during dinner
they aren’t supposed to answer it, but sometimes they just have to
death is also the sound of the emptiness coming from the broken clock on Kelsey’s
bedroom wall
all these and more Miss Kelsey Louisa knows.
except for one.
just one.
fear.
is it the smell of burning cookies?
or maybe the flash of a jolt she feels when someone sneaks up on her during hide-and-seek?
or what if it was the time when her favorite color crayon snapped in two? what an
awful, awful, desolate noise that was…
Kelsey knows about happiness.
this one is easy!
the shade of the yellow ribbon on the head of a mannequin in the nearby clothing store
happiness is sunshine, painted fingernails, sticky sweet watermelon juice running down
her face, sand castles, and twirling till she’s dizzy and the entire planet pirouettes
around her
but most of all,
happiness is the way Kelsey felt when her daddy came home and hugged her
his camouflage uniform and boots were gleaming
Miss Kelsey Louisa is only 5 years old.
but she knows a lot of things.
many more than when she was 4.
If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.
As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if I wanted to write a ballad with them.
I would be thunderstruck with happiness but too shy to do it
However, I would clap in rhythm as they created
Wordsworth would talk about his deep love of the
“Beauteous forms of the natural world”
I would be amazed by their vocabulary
They would both blow my mind out into the hills
I would set my time machine to 1858 next.
To visit Jules Verne, one of my favorite authors.
I would ask him how he thought to create
Around the world in eighty days and twenty leagues under the sea.
Amazed that we still speak of him in 2025,
he would have a zillion interesting questions to ask me
I would set the time machine to year 1868 next. .
My last stop would be to visit Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women.