Housecoat Poems

Mother Wraps Herself in Silence

...Sometime
before I was not mature enough to notice,
she began to dissolve.
Husband dead, son revolving
around one woman after another,
moving away from her fading presence.

Aware only of the e...

The Red Velvet Christmas Robe

...
              The Red Velvet Christmas Robe
 
Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today.
When little girls wore such beautiful clothes.
Decades before jeans and running shoes.
Curl...

clinging

...clinging
three beggar-lice seeds....
housecoat     ...

Gingham Prison: Beyond the Yellow Brick Road

...
(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of ...

Where the Honeymoon Ends

...He said,
"wear your bedroom shoes darling,
and all those black frilly things
that need garters, suspenders, and straps.

She smiled secretly to herself
knowing he would turn up in 2 day old sho...

A Mother Fades Goodbye

...Sometime before I was old enough
to be this vessel of seawater reflections
          she began to dissolve.
Husband dead, son revolving
around one woman after another.

I did not notice
the eb...

I Miss the Old Home

...After the street cars left, but before
the mill closed down, this was
home.  A mix of dirt roads and
brick buildings, so close together
in town, like children under a
blanket, huddled for warmth...

Christmas--Red Velvet Memories

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Oh, that tender excitement of being a
very young girl!

Wrapped in a red velvet housecoat with white, soft, fur.

Vermillion slip-on slippers with fur that matched.
...

Dandelion Roots

...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker.
Dandelion seeds carry memories
from one neglected garden patch to another.
She’s not old, but her wine has mulled,
the sun has scoured her face into a ...

Negative Minded Nigel

...~ NEGATIVE MINDSETTED  NIGEL~




Alas~he only can envision the hopeless!
With nary an answer ahead.
His land is for him,only of the  following feckless,
With no soulful breath, as if he wish...

Poet Visitors In the Night

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           Poet Visitors in the Night



Asleep, I was, under my new forest green 
velvet and Sherpa throw.
With loving stockings to warm my
cold, autumnal toes.

Then, I felt t...

Fifteen Fabulous Felines Pet

...A cacophony of cats in my life.
Not one or two, but fifteen!
Each,who along with joy,
brought sadness and strife!
All shapes and sizes with grand
and most loving personalities.

The Maine Koon...

Dawn of My Heart

...Ordinarily I lie in my bed
mentally grasping for any slender thread of slumber
which I can possibly find to cling to!
But there was one time -
a morning of early April -
when rising from bed...

The Taking of a Hero's Wife, Part Iii

......He gave a curt nod, then with his partner,
got in his car and drove out of there,
Owen sighed, then nearly leapt from his skin,
seeing Laura standing on her front stairs.

She wore just a hou...

Mother

...I don’t think she ever drank
gin in the morning.
Perhaps she should have.
Her oatmeal stuck
to your ribs
and anything else it touched.
Her apron,
the ultimate multitasking tool,
wiped up afte...

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