School Play
You were a princess, lost; I
was a little bird. Nobody cared
where we went or how we sang.
A storm, I seem to remember, a giant
wave, some kind of crash at the end,
I think we cried when they took off our wings.
Birth of an Idea
There are all kinds of birthdays. Today I was thinking about how a book is born. But this poem didn’t want to be about all the edits, the changes, the stumbles.
About George Washington on His Birthday
Until today, what I liked about George
wasn’t his time at Valley Forge,
or that he was one of the tallest of all
(he stood over six foot two inches tall)
February 12th
“You can’t be Robert Frostette every night.”
Ghost Girl
At first it was a thrill. I felt sort of famous …
Alley Treasures
I found a drum with just two dents.
You found a flute-ish thing that hums.
Zak found a bell, a little bent.
Sam picked us each a purple plum.
Happy Birthday, USA!
How many of the five senses can I cram into one poem? And how many “s” words?
Weeping Willion in Front of the Montana Branch Library
Today’s poem is a haiku in honor of the wonderful little Montana Branch library in Santa Monica where I grew up.
The Perfect Gift
Some1 ran 2 the store 4 candles.
5 and 7 helped 6 decor-8 the living room.
“Here he comes!” whispered 5, who’d been paying a-10-tion.
Hiking in the Palos Verdes
Pepper trees, grass and bees
Edging golf course greenery
Panorama of the sea
Pacific ocean majesty