Linda's Poems

Sharp slices of brightness slash my morning blinds. I'm sitting in bed with no expectation of anything for today. Free hours are maple s...

The boat rocks. Birds fly around eating the chum my husband put out. We sit, waiting for a tuna to take our bait. "I blind th...

I know there is a poem resting in the shade of my brain. I can feel its shadow lurking just out of sight. It's an angry thing, a monster...

Sand, like wet cement, sucks at my sneakers as I walk along the foggy shore. My sharp thoughts cut through, separating the halves of my life...

There is only one little smear of morning sunlight left on my kitchen floor.   I woke up too late to enjoy a couple hours of solitude...

Shells She's wearing her Hello Kitty bathing suit today. We walk along the beach at Cayo Costa State Park in Florida. We are l...

Reflect Two bicycles and a palm tree are upside down, reflected in the mirror of our canal. I'd rather be on one of those bik...