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Jo Ann Starker Poem
Boys baked brown
By a midday sun
Beating down
On Indiana hay fields—
Taut stomachs, tight buttocks in sweaty jeans,
Unbuttoned shirts catching wind and showing skin
In the back of a pickup truck . . .
You laugh
When I tell you
My libido
Can still be stirred
By the scent
Of new mown hay.
Girl, you should have been with me in the sixties,
Before the fields were stripped
And that summer harvest
Was
Shipped
Out
To
Vietnam.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2011
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At the edge of sleep,
Neither here nor there,
Rests the in-between
Of Shadow dreams
More real than those
Of slumbering.
In twilight time
A voice cries out
A warning shout
Or message rare
From thoughts caught there.
Perhaps the soul
A spirit free
Goes wandering
So near to sleep.
Released from day,
Untied to night,
Drifting, shifting
In mid-flight
Ghosts await
There in-between,
Where my regrets
Or sweetest things,
Find life again.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2015
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An intricate design cross-wired
To gather knowledge
And tuck away what was learned.
We talked once
Of how we stored information.
Interpretation must be the key
To remembering anything.
When you said, "I don't remember,"
I envisioned a
Massive file of trash
Where you filed
Such moments
And at the last
All waited there
For your delete.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2015
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We nestle at the edge of a Florida swamp
Where a misty morning
Settles uneasily on the twisted canal
Behind this house.
A blue heron sails by
Caught in a gust of summer wind,
While an alligator’s bark breaks
The eerie light of dawn.
The scents of jasmine,
Magnolia, and gardenia,
Mingle with the colors of pink azaleas
And Tangerine hibiscus.
A hawk with a damaged wing
Sinks talons into a rotting stump
That was once a towering oak
Draped in Spanish moss.
The chimes I hung
Clang out warnings
To those who live
In this world of sun and sand.
Then the thunder of the hurricane
Charges like a rhinoceros
Through the tumbling trees
And tangled growth.
We crouch together
On this flimsy back porch
As my sibling grins at me
In primitive anticipation.
I mutter ancient prayers
That we will dodge the beast
When it finds us in paradise
And hears my sister’s laughter.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2011
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Through the rough times
When my ship buckles
In a troubled sea,
Or my feet stumble
Across the desert sand,
When my mind floats free
Of solid land,
You come forth
To comfort me.
I hold the peace
Of loving you
When all else
Fails to reach.
The world in chaos
Cannot intrude
On lessons
Love does teach.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2016
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Jo Ann Starker Poem
You stand before me as once I stood,
An Amazon of womanhood.
I cradle memory of all that means,
But only now within my dreams.
I stand before you stooped and slow
Wondering here which path to go.
Gone the courage to choose a way
Without a thought of price to pay.
Cautious now, no weapons drawn,
I step aside as you march on.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2017
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Leaving behind buckling barns leaning in weeds grown high,
Tin roofs toned by flaking rust and balanced precariously
On scaly lumber of storm-washed gray,
Endless rows of tan tasseled corn and browning soybeans—
A darkened clump of distant trees,
A froth of dust billowing up behind a dented truck
Held togehter by fading patchwork seams—
When the mind sketches impressions
With farewell glances,
And creates masterpieces from
Emotions thick with vanishing color,
Goodbyes become brutal paintings.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2011
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We held fast through the darkness,
Emotions trembling on the abyss.
You whispered secrets
On the journey,
And I answered
With a kiss.
When first we met we knew so little,
We were strangers in the mist.
I whispered secrets
As we traveled,
And you answered
With a kiss.
We shared our lives with one another,
Two single beings held one in this.
Our whispered secrets
Bound us together,
And love answered
With a kiss.
You went before me out of darkness.
Your whispers I do truly miss.
Have you gathered
Heaven's secrets,
And wait to share them
With a kiss?
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2016
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Jo Ann Starker Poem
The more I know of nothing,
The less I understand.
The hourglass has flipped over,
We fall like grains of sand.
The gift of life is fleeting,
Knowledge a strange brew.
Our grain of sand oblivious
Of when it will fall through.
I feel the need to question
When taking such a view,
Will someone flip the hourglass
And start it all anew?.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2016
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Aloneness catches unaware
The slender threads of laughter.
Emotions bare in solitude,
Naked in the after.
The pain of grief
Cries out again,
"Let me in,
Let me in."
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2016
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