Category Archives: Guest poem

Old Lady

We need more poems about getting old. Here is a wonderful one from Glenys:

lifecameos

Old lady blood problems
old lady pills.
Tiny toes dangle
from huge balloon feet.

Stretch marks cross my shin bones,
feet and ankles vanish.
Old lady giant ankles
more old lady pills.

Old people clipboard forms,
old people ‘flu jabs.
All line the waiting room
old people recovery time.

Old lady walks to town
fit as fit can be.
Old lady taxi home
after two hours’ shopping.

In my mind
I am middle aged
but my body keeps doing
old lady deeds.

Previously posted April 2016.

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Shoe

Another great poem from Robert Ojaki. It’s relevant to both the USA and UK today:

O at the Edges

blueshoe

Shoe

The right has only one option,
as is true of the left,

neither to mingle
nor disappear like washed socks

or loved ones in a casino.
There are those who believe

in fallen towers and pasts
burnished beyond recognition,

and truth, as it was written, for them,
in blood, with money inherited

from thieves. The puddle happens.
The door rotates. A snifter shatters.

The shoe’s approach defines its wearer.

* * *

This first appeared in March 2016, but somehow seems even more appropriate today.

cactus shoe

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Untitled Poem by Li Shang-yin

Leonard often shares Chinese poems, and this one is simply wonderful:

Leonard Durso

It’s so hard to be together, and so hard to part: a tender
east wind is powerless: the hundred blossoms crumble:

the heart-thread doesn’t end until the silkworm’s dead,
and tears don’t dry until the candle’s burnt into ash:

she grieves, seeing white hair in her morning mirror,
and chanting at night, she feels the chill of moonlight:

exquisite Paradise Mountain—it isn’t so very far away,
and that azure bird can show us the way back anytime.

translated by David Hinton

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