Linda's Poems

Mud Mix imagination with the water of words Add in a slice of morning sunshine Stir with the spoon of emotions until soupy Drop in a tear or...

Trees Leaves ripe as apples Vines cling like a child Bark a coat of dignity Branches pray My husband was a logger He'd pull the cord on ...

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...