Poetry

WATER

By Jen A.

Stories flow from my mind

Like the swift, rich waters

Of the Mississippi

After a steady spring downpour.

The waters flow;

Some days calm and placid

Like a lazy day on the Cumberland

Butt dangling through

The center of an inner tube.

Some days hair-raising and

Turbulent

Like a homemade raft

Crushed and splintered

Against the rocks by

Colorado rapids.

Gasping for air

One short breath

At a time.

Now my stories have sailed

Into the doldrums

Of a Covid sea.

There is no wind

To lift their sails.

They languish

Lost and alone.

S. O. S

My pencil is a nub

And I’m out of paper.

To My Momma

By June P.

By June P.Miss you bad,

Since you went to Heaven

Love you a lot

Know you are with God Above.

with little brother and daddy

I know ya watch over me

But please watch over the world it’s in Bad times

So glad you are there above

And not down here

in the Hurt.