Linda's Poems

From everyone...... ------------ Leftovers I'm writing a poem for the thirtieth morning in a row. The first morning I sat in bed all coz...

Paper I reach into the bottom left drawer of my desk to find a sheet of paper. The one I pull out has a flowered border. I ad...

Easy Fun We started by making a fire to sunset the night air, got the charcoal started and warmed the steaks to room temperature. D...

I pick Kathy up and we head into the woods first walking up Labossiere St. then past the concrete factory. Finally, we enter the c...

Give We made a fire tonight, flames sunsetting the night. Friends joined us with glasses of wine conversation and laughter. Michelin...

Whimsy My friend, Dorothy, has moved into her father's old house and has chosen the word “whimsy” to describe the back sun porch ...

Not her struggle to overcome abuse Not her dignity during the divorce Not her survival after he cut her off Not her determination ...

Kathy and I are playing in the Red, White, and Blue caves on Mt. Forist. We’ve named them that because there are three of them. We play...

It's crazy hectic this week with holidays, travel plans, and school (We have to go through Wed.!) so I'm reposting a poem from two y...

My husband's best friend fell off a roof this morning. He's in critical condition being transported by ambulance to a decent hospita...

The Thirst to Fit In The Beatles are singing, “I Want to Hold Your Hand” on Anita’s record player. I’m sitting in her kitchen with...

I breathe a sigh, pack my book bag, and head home after a day of teaching. When I get home, I wait for footsteps on the front porch: ...

The Rock Queens Michelle 9 in her horse T-shirt Tori 8 in pink ruffled tank bored decided to sell rocks one day at...

Our ghost was a friendly one. We bought the house from is widow. He was also our friend before his untimely death. - - - - - - - - - - - - ...

Anita and I became friends in kindergarten back in 1954. She lives in Florida, now, so I don't get to see her very often. Last September...

Sadly, this is a true story about people I know. If you've read the two poems I wrote about a baby, here and here , you'll recogniz...

The prompt this week was to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. This is a follow-up poem of one I wrote a while back. You can c...

funny remember theater - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It started with the gigantic crash of a chandelier. Jeweled light reflec...

3WW for November 14 icy train pause I woke up at 1:30 last night and couldn't get back to sleep because the idea for this poem was l...