Poem - Gossip in the Cul de sac

Gossip in the Cul de sac

They spin and spin

Their little vortexes

One starts

Touches another

That one spins

Touches another

Which spins

And so it goes

Until before you know it

They are a force

Which you don’t want to be caught in

Step away

They will

one by one

Die down

Until they all

Die out.

© Glenda Kotchish

4/27/2105

Knowing - Poem

He doesn't know 

what I know

Do I know 

what he knows?

I don't know. 

(c) GMK  03/30/2015

Again?

Again?

You're back!

another visit?

so soon?

weren't you here just last week?

someone else's anger

mean words

scathing

accusing

demanding

in writing this time.

And me - just trying

to do a good job

the right thing

on top of it

responsible.

I bit

feel into your trap

...again

Fretted all night

couldn't sleep

...again

Responding

responsible

...again

Defending what's

rightfully mine

...again

Which only

makes you

stronger

meaner

colder and hotter

...again

Until I stepped aside

to let you seethe

all alone

...again

I'm sure I'll see you

many times more

but I'm onto you

...finally

(c) GMK 3/18/2015

You asked for it.

Oh it's so cold.

It's grey

It's rainy

It's snowing

I can't wait for spring.

The complainers -

Wishing away 

this time of rest

granted to us by winter.

Stay in the house

by your fire

in your warm bed.

Sit in your chair

read your your books and

papers, 

without guilty feelings 

of outside work calling you.

But now, something's 

stirring.

They've turned the clocks forward

already.

The ground is soft from the winter  rains

Green things are showing up

Spring.

Time for you to: 

rake the leaves left from fall

put down new compost

spread your seeds for grass

that you must cut - weekly

pull the weeds from the beds

repair the fence, the timbers,

trim the shrubs

the trees

maybe power wash the sidewalk, the house

paint the shed door,

paint the porch

And spring cleaning:

the carpets

the windows

airing the rooms

painting walls?

And your car -

needs a wash

inside and out

But you love the spring

You say.

You love the outdoors

the fresh air

the sunshine

the endless chores

And what follows - 

summer's heat 

the weeds,

the grass cutting,

the endless chores

until finally you long for

winter's rest. 

(c) GMK

3/9/2015

A Visitor

A Visitor

Here you are again.

You've been gone for a long time.

But you're back ...

for a brief but grueling visit.

You question.

You accuse.

You point.

You threaten.

You push

trying to beat me down

and making my blood boil.

I remember you now.

I know you.

Now that you've come back

Up to your old tricks.

Your arrows are 

not meant for me.

They glide by me

into thin air

finding another mark

as I ever so slightly

move out

of your path.

(c) GMK 

3/4/2015

Dragons

Dragon Ladies

So beautiful

in a fierce sort of way

Your eyes glaring

yellow and red

Your lips stern and pursed

Your brows creased

You have robed yourselves

in glistening 

scales of color

hiding your 

angry, fiery

hearts. 

(c) GMK

3/5/2015

Let's Do Lunch

Let's Do Lunch

early

because I missed breakfast,

the dog needed a walk,

I needed a shower

and because someone might come to look

 at (and buy - we hope) the house:

the dishes needed washing

and the bed needed making.

Then the car needed gas and

 then there was an accident and

the road was blocked and

because there were no  detour signs

I've wandered around in

unfamiliar neighborhoods - lost 

looking for a way

to your house.

So I am late, late, late

and I am very, very hungry

so let's do lunch, now. 

(c) Glenda Kotchish

2/25/2015