Manitoba Night Prairie
The crescent-shaped moon hangs golden in the vast prairie sky its promise of fullness like a young girl etched in a circle of light. Across the horizon line millions of stars stretch becoming star soldiers young men, dead, before their time, banished forever to the sky still vainly seeking the crescent moon's promise. Ribbons of light blue and scarlet slowly fill the eastern sky. Dawn erases the star soldiers leaving only Venus shining hopefully on. Manitoba prairie stretching across day and night, moon touching earth stars burning ever on. Time rising on the back light of the moon.Fifty is Nifty
or so They Say
My hands, reflecting in the mirror while I touch and probe groping at the soft nipple searching for the possible hidden lump — with its fear laden message. Hands, lingering now touching, caressing the nipples remembering their hardness and tenderness engorged with milk. Fingers, deftly directing their flow into eager, searching mouths. Rocking back and forth
warm flesh
against my body,
sweet, sour smells,
lullabyes softly sung
Now, blasting music
jars my reverie —
as my eyes are drawn
to the window —
outside, adult children play
babbling voices
hurling bodies,
flinging their overgrown selves
in pursuit of a ball.
They're 'hanging out' now
until the laundry's finished
the dinner served
their stomachs full
once again.
Light Source
The light changed becoming crystalized. Water reached the shore in great finger holds. Blueberry bushes ran along the road's edge climbing up into long rocky fields. Time was lost in clothes blowing on a line. Old farm houses flying flags. White porches decked with red geraniums. Indeed, what can I tell you of light and air wind, water and sky. Time turned inside out and upside down. Watches, clocks, faceless. Children running free on beaches washed by endless time. Time so finally lost it is found.
Poetry by Peg Sweeney
