Cheryl Derby
Troy, New York, USA
Cheryl DerbyTroy, New York, USA |
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Cheryl manages a bookstore in Troy, New York. She is also a watercolorist and is involved in ballet. She has been published in several journals in addition to The National Library of Poetry and is working on a chapbook. She says, "Writing poetry has helped me find vision to communicate the heart and soul. Meditating on the natural world is one of the joys of my life." |
The Still PlaceHis head inclined,The sweet secret he keeps, given up to the stars First points emerging, whispering quietly, bitterly, wisely My love hangs in the balance In halting moments between snowflakes Between wind rattling ice Even thorns are encrusted in the still place he's gone to Like winter's dream it hangs on and on My love This tree asking sky, moon That slips into the gauze of my sleeve Through the heart | RipeningSummer's close as an unborn childMy dress made of earth, moist at the waist, tight to my chest Somewhere there is a roof where taps its stone note But I am full of the soaked sweet clover unstoppered, The cloud travelling the distant moon Moments are ripening: tomatoes; dark forms of cornstalks shake their limbs loose, husks shudder I pull my rain collar close as voices carry off, as hushes deepen, as marigold seeps out; junebug, firefly. | DrifterThe sky is blue with cloudsThey want to miss you but they have forgotten how Each whiteness blows away but one more moves in until the day becomes A clock of clouds And each minute is time for floating The day stops above my head. I've gotten lost up there The clouds are so close without you I pull them all around me. |