Two Poems

Poetry
Diane Webster


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Photo Credit: Rene de Paula Jr.

Gone or Closer

Only three days gone
marked by three newspapers
stacked for you to read,
stacked on the chair
no one sits in,
stacked so the cat
in a playful fit
of hunter/prey
doesn’t shred the print
into bite-sized pieces
eyes and hands find difficult
to jigsaw puzzle together.
Only three days gone;
three days closer to return.

 

Water Thirst

I am tame water
tapped into a glass;
content to soak
in bubble bath foam
or pretend I am a vase.
I want to be wild water
scratching, clawing
through rock mud rubble
like a premature burial victim
until free to run
discarding ground-colored garb
for sparkling clear laughter,
to slide by smooth stone
or jagged granite
no never mind to me
I’m free
to pool against boulder,
to bask, to laze,
to titter with wind ripples,
to twiddle a pebble
and another and another
until like a dog to scent
I tunnel
to a somewhere destination.

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Diane Webster’s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Illya’s Honey, River Poets Journal and other literary magazines. Email: diaweb[at]hotmail.com

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