Linda's Poems

twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend through, curl, trinkets, neglect, cap, back, sigh ------------------ Toes and Basil I can...

At Ponce de Leon Park The ocean is a lifeless pool today, the horizon a straight line. I'm sitting on a bench with my notebook, a pen, a...

The sky behind my clothesline is a bride's "something blue" on this January day in Florida. The clouds are her veil. I shake ...

I think I've chosen my word for the new year. It's been slipping softly into my thoughts for the last few weeks tinting each day wit...

Finale Palm trees are sweeping the clouds up into piles of spilled sugar. My husband is sitting on the porch listening to music and drinking...

The End I check the mail, see an envelope from my sister, and know it's the end. I wait to open it, drive to the beach, get s...

Thursday 2/16/06 Block 3 Open the Box I don't dare. Not yet. The ribbons are still tied with a red bow. But, that color is a hint I'...