Postcard Poems

Postcard, to a Friend from Twenty-Four Years Ago

They treated me for bipolar disorder.
I wanted you to know.

Although the doctors later said
it was the Adipex-p and weed 
mimicking 
an up-and-down disease—
it hasn’t happened since.

I still think it was more than that.

Hard to believe 
it’s been more than twenty years— 
that fourth of July,
when I read your mind at the Washington Mall,
and ran off

Postcard Perfect

Postcard perfect- a picturesque town
Where the locals come to wind down
A hidden gem, a park of simplesse
An oasis, heavenly, it's beauty bequests
An art form to behold, a sculpture; nature's showpiece
Serene and tranquil in the heart of the city
A stream lined with a plethora of trees
Every color showcased upon their leaves
A vast variety, Each the opposite

Postcard Picture

Unforgettable
Baguio Strawberry field
Rainy day biking.

Cabin Retreat

Off to the cabin on the lake for a much need rest
Time to get away and experience nature at its best
The SUV is loaded let the journey begin 
The kids in the back all with big grins
After a long and tiring drive time to put my feet up and kick back
Dinner by the campfire, but

The Stanzas By the Sea

I

when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes, lines and circles
that painted the shore
and the longer I walked
on the sand to that sea
the more the sea seemed
to get further from me
and the crunch in my mouth
was that one

Postcard

To all our best friends in the world... 

Postcard
By Michelle Morris
18/01/2021

We've been best friends all our lives, 
So many experiences from joy to crying;
And I guess when all is said and done, 
You've been my person, always, 
You've been my number one... 

So now that you're leaving, 
I'll hold your hand in mine;
I promise you

Postcard From Mykonos

Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone
  a great bridge does cross the river’s divide,
and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan
  concentrates my mind betwixt moon and tide.
Where over burning canefields black soot ash
  on an east wind past my balustrade blows,
and big pelicans the riverine splash
  their pink dive pouch longbills

Postcard

Dear Mariam,
I’m sending you a button from my cotton shirt
And a Pinecone; that I coloured blue, last autumn.
I also coloured my room, blue.
Your shawl, ruined by barbed wires; can I have it?
It reminds me of the blue veins on your snowflake breasts.

Boot stomps on your wooden door,
They can’t smell the tender grass on your feet.
I

Postcard Home

Dear All


Hot today. Hired a car. Took to hills. Travelled far.

Narrow road. Never ends. Sweat on wheel. Hairpin bends.

Glanced at temp. Glanced at fuel. Aircon found. Turned to cool.

Island sun. Not like ours. Single track. Other cars.

Parked at top. Lovely sight. Valleys. Vineyards. Left and right.

Church looks out. Opened door. Spanish writing. Walls and floor.

Candle

Penny Postcard, Wrong Address

Penny Postcard, Wrong Address
by Michael R. Burch

(for the victims and survivors of the Holocaust)

We saw their pictures:
tortured out of our imaginations
like golems.

We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,

pallid as our disbelief.
They are not
with us now ...

We have:
huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,

consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,

buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.

We have
so little left
of

At a Postcard Show

Went to a postcard show today 
Capitalism in action!  
Picked up some nice cards
One dealer - whose parents were Holocaust survivors 
Gave me a break on the price 
Another collector at the show 
was an old Army buddy of my father
Used to work for him at shows 
He sold his collection for six figures!!
Used

A Postcard

Looking at the painting, toned thorough and strong
Pure death of a lonely soul, last hour theme, so long!
I was trying to grasp what I saw, and I do not know why 
I was not a critic of art; I never felt I would ever try!
I kept on looking and looking, beyond all what I was

Pfennig Postcard, Wrong Address

We saw their pictures:
tortured out of Our imaginations
like golems.

We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as Our disbelief.

they are not
with us now;
We have:

huddled them 
into the backroomsofconscience,

consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,

buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.

We have
so little left
of them,
now,
to remind US ... 

Originally published in the Holocaust anthology Blood to Remember.

Christmas Postcard

The countryside looked like a Christmas postcard,
Spruces were covered with snowflakes .

Looked like God's painting,
There were tracks in the snow where friends had walked.

Skiers ascended the mountain and skied down swiftly,
Skateboarders came and went,

You admired their ability to caress the slopes,
What a complex sport this is.

Cross country skiers left their prints in the snow,
They wore

Sky Darkens

sky darkens
as fuji grumbles ~
signing last postcard




AP: 1st place 2020

Posted on June 4, 2018

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