Linda's Poems

Big Tent Poetry asked us to listen this week to something technical, jot down a few words from it, and see where they take us. From “Crim...

I stumble into the bathroom, look at my face in the mirror above the vanity, and scream. This nightmare of aging just goes on and o...

So, It Has Come to This The two of us sitting in our La-Z-Boys eating supper on TV trays watching the channel 13 “Live at Five” news ...

I saw time this July morning on I 95 between Saco and Biddeford, Maine. In the middle of a bank of lavender clover, a clump of brow...

I went to ReadWritePoem and used their prompt generator to get 5 five words that I hoped I could produce some sparks with: willow, pell-mell...

Ants in my muscles~ feels like dangerous spasms, keepsake of old age. RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME Keepsake of old age feels like dangerous sp...

I'm recycling this week. I wrote this one a couple years ago. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If she tilts her head just so in ...

Today I found a stray hair on my chin, noticed that I need a color soon, had to suck my tummy in to fasten my jeans, dreamed abou...

Here's an acrostic poem for Poem: A Virtual Poetry Group. I'm not even sure what I was writing about but it was fun. - - - - - - -...

breath, scattered, tomorrow For Three Word Wednesday January 23, 2008 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tuesd...

Horse In its stall stands the 19th century, its hide a hot shudder of satin, head stony and willful, an eye brown as a river and watchf...