Sunday, December 8, 2013

On Christmas Trees - Poem

decorated trees
nineteen years till sixty-two
makes forty-three trees
some artificial, most real
bought from hardware stores
tree lots and charity drives
colored lights, white lights
blue and white, variations
different most years
coordinated glass balls
some years red and gold
other years blue and silver
some years all colors
ribbons replacing garland
tinsel-icicles
then came icicles of glass
fuzzy teddy bears
and painted wooden snowmen 
victorian hearts
my boys' handmade ornaments
made from egg cartons 
popsicle sticks and paper
made by little hands
pictures of boys in lockets
in front - side by side.
topped with a star or angel
each year beautiful 
now I decorate alone
I pick out the tree
haul it home and stand it up
I water the tree
come New Years I take it down
decorations stored
they are in their boxes now
up in the attic
should I go and get them down?
for whom? just for me?
who would be disappointed
if there was no tree?
if tree forty-four was not?
a wreath on the door?
candles on the windows' ledge?
a Christmas cactus?
enough to mark the season?

or perhaps a tiny tree
wooden toys and train
to bring in the Christmas joy
sixty-three and one more tree.
(c) Glenda Kotchish
12/2013

On Brides' Dresses - Poem

On Brides' Dresses

overheard two friends
talking - daughter's wedding dress
THE dress had been found
she had said YES to the dress
it was a done deal
eight hundred dollars - good deal
yes above all things
she should have the dress she wants
one she feels good in
their voices subsided 
as my mind wandered
back to thoughts of my weddings 

girl of nineteen years
full-skirted, long prom dress
shortened to knee-length
to suit the grooms desires for
a simple wedding
while he bought a brand new suit
his sister offered 
use my knee-length wedding dress

then at thirty-six
a new groom - new wedding dress
knee-length, cotton, white
just under fifty dollars
groom in a new suit
you can use my light blue dress
his mother offered

my taste is classic, simple
but someday I wish
a gown - indescribably 
beautiful for me
when I walk into the room
all heads turn my way
a hush - isn't she lovely
she is beautiful

yet I know at thirty-six
I glowed, so lovely
my soul shining, beautiful
and I was happy
fifty dollar dress - just fine. 

Glenda Kotchish
11/2013

On Ropes - Poems

1.
How did I get in such a tangled mess?
where did my loom lock up
shuttle skip beats
warp miss woof

2.
I took the rope 
I made some knots
I tied it tight
grounded
going nowhere

3.
If you see a rope
being dangled before you
run
run fast
run far
and for god's sake
don't grab a hold.

4.   A Television Advertisement on Ropes
Tied up?
no need to
untangle
untie
unknot.
get smart.
let go that rope. 

(c) Glenda Kotchish
11/2013

TV and Elsewhere - Poem

Antonyms

when everyone talks
and no one is listening
is it silence - noise?
(c)  GMK 12/2013

5 Words/Phrases at Random - Poems in various forms.

The words - drawn from a hat:  canyon, examination, largely due to, private detective, kind

1
Private detective called in
listen to me
listen to you
in a kind way 

 2 (A Haiku)
Examination 
of their hearts reveals
lack of compassion

 3 (A Sedoka)
The canyon widens
between them with each hard word
largely due to their closed minds
private detective's
examination proves
husband and wife are not kind.

 4  (a Septolet)
 Don't Listen to Him
Largely due
to his
stupid suggestions
we acted

and listened 
to the
private detective

who said
she took
the examination at night
in a
kind of
red canyon

 5 (a Tetracytric)
 See
Dick Jane
be kind to
each other when
the private detective jumps the canyon 

(c)GMK 12/2013

What Season - Poem

Gone Viral
germ
not wheat
much smaller
microscopic
tickling the back of my throat -  a few sneezes
over time blossoms into full fledged cold
making me weak
taking days
away
time
(c) Glenda Kotchish
10/2013

Vacation and Back - Poems

Seattle
So let me tell you
the air indescribable 
not crisp nor muggy
I can tell you what it's not
the air indescribable 

Windows Open at in Seattle
Curtains move with morning breeze
quiet noice
the cook somewhere below
shares morning fare aromas
onions and hashbrowns
waif through the room

Riding Orca
Seattle light rail
metal origami art
china town stop
Home
Why is this sad place
heavy, suspect, filled with angst?
why must I wade through?
why can't I go somewhere else?
unbeknownst, unaware -
laid myself down and took root.
should I have been more watchful?

Glenda Kotchish
10/2013

Birthday Wish - A Poem

My birthday cake - make a wish
Wish for perfection?
Is that wise?
9/28/2013
Glenda Kotchish