Talcum Poems

Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating...Read More

ONE BRIGHT BOUNDING BALL OF A YEAR 

 

 

 

Climbing piles of warm clothes,						 

freshly folded from the drier,						  

you pose, triumphantly smiling, 						 

beneath the soft glow of a lamp…						 

its dimmed halogen amber.						 

 

Toys, tumble...Read More

Mind break
Just a moment ... frozen
Time stands still, in a very quantum way, (chuckle)
I look down by the base of the ladder

It's just a footprint, left by a boot
It could be ANY foot ... or any boot, really
But its mine,...Read More

Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long ago


Love used to have big...Read More

she lives inside her mothers

fears

learning to un-breath
standing still in time

with the defiant smile
of a dying old seaman
as he takes his last dive

in the middle of the night
lying on the floor gasping for air 
that finds pleasure in her struggle

she lives...Read More

     I was sitting in my
     small cottage with
     a cot and a chair
    On name of furniture.
 
   The little window was
...Read More

Laurah Maybelle Rickborn

1907-1935

Life was such a excruciating bother.
I’m happy the long drama is finished now.
My childhood consisted mostly of chores and lessons,
While my teenage years were devoted to daydreams,
Dancing, and the work I did ceaselessly,
On my parents’ modest farm on...Read More

                           PUT YOUR FOOTLE OUT YOUR MOUTH


       ...Read More

My cousin had such sweaty feet
I hoped with new socks they’d smell sweet
Much to my great chagrin
They’ve not been on his skin …
I’ve given up being discrete!


When I wore a peg on my nose
The topic of his feet arose -
To...Read More

Watching the hills of emerald
above the cottage all aglow--
the night reaches a commanding lull
its talcum sand glints and shines,
a layered palette  to behold
where rocks scintillate, 
cascading through drips of dew .
I spy my bottle near wet marbles
and capture how...Read More

The sounds of the pipes and drums skirled still in my ears. I knew it was the kind of music that brought him to his knees in tears.  "Sandwich?" "Sausage Roll?" Oh here we go again, that nosey little...Read More

Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed sores anorexic washed out gastric spittle dribbling
from ulcerous mouth facing what had to come no...Read More

I find myself drowning
in the seafoam absence that slots itself 
between the falling angel blood,
caught in the afternoon cotton breath of God
All at the edge of solidity. Rosemary eyelashes,
 I can’t see you. I don’t believe you.

The twinkle of the...Read More

    A humid afternoon , in the middle of August,  has nothing much to commend about it.  I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street. ...Read More

i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover

once upon a time i was a lonely soul yearning for any type of communication
i remember the...Read More

mildly awake
I savour the smell
of talcum...Read More

A newborn’s toes wiggle like candy pink
Curled by rose petals, more fresh than morn’s scent
Flinging those buds, I trace her blossoms.

Pastel from the wink of sunlight’s blossoms
She chuckles as tiny feet gush in pink,
While the hammock billows a fruity scent.

In...Read More

I saw the Four Horsemen -
the famous apocalypse guys.
They rode silently past neatly folded laundry,

They approached me in silence,
their breathe a rye and meadow wind.
Each of them in turn,

gliding ghostlike past where I sat,
watching steam on the mirror
grow cold.

War had...Read More

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening,...Read More

#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
When playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans!"  "Whispered words 
of Mockingbirds, only heal wounds of the day"

Virtues are cultivated, children are weeds, 
exploring a small southern...Read More

Vigus and I were childhood buddies
who ventured to make some ice cream
It was to be our special creation
that would be a dish most supreme

We got some sand from the sand heap
and sifted it with a fine mesh wire
to give the...Read More

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a...Read More

fear makes it all so real,
the people round us dropping like
flies, with no age spared & no
combination of genes, environment
or upbringing, determined to be
perfect, so as to locate its reason or
motive---for it creeps in, seemingly
indiscriminately & yet,
every fake sugar packet...Read More

I rolled over in bed last night
Nothing stopped me on my way
When I grabbed the other pillow
No other head made it stay
I tugged at the sheets
And they easily came loose
I hoped it was a dream
But I knew it was the...Read More

Scent of change upon the breeze,
as we bid farewell to Summer.
Hear the softly spoken murmur,
of leaves changing in the trees.
The cooler nights begin to tease,
as we reach for blankets, warmer.
We try to stave off Winters rumour,
in the last warm days...Read More