Louise Norman
Tullahoma, Tennessee
Louise NormanTullahoma, Tennessee |
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When I retired I had no idea that a year later I would be writing poetry and having it published! My first poem, "Light," was written as I watched daylight move through my house. I realized that I needed to express in writing how I saw events, objects, people, personal struggles. My hope is that through my poetry people can better understand their own lives by seeing what I see or by relating my poems to their own lives. My first career--raising my family, my second career--librarian, and now I have a third calling --writing poetry. |
Blue Mason JarsBlue Mason jars sit on the shelf in the small barn,gathering dust, never refilled, empty. She touches the jars, seeing them filled with fruits of the harvest, as her own life was once filled with love, work, family. She feels like the blue jars, empty, gathering dust. She shrugs, begins to close the barn door, sees the cool blue of the jars. She touches the jars, the raised lettering, thumb caressing trapped air bubbles as her mind caresses life embedded in flesh. She takes a blue jar from the shelf, carries it to the house, cleans the blue with soap and water, releasing color from ravages of dirt, releasing memory to travel the harvest of her life. |
The Belugas of ChicagoBorn into freedom,at liberty to roam, explore all things. Young, no skill to elude hunters. Pod terrorized, futile attempts to protect younglings. Noises, ropes, cries of cetaceans, two-legged creatures leaping into water, binding two young females, children of others. Placed in a sling, heavy, heavy out of liquid element, entreaties mouths opening, closing, gasping, conveyed by a clanging, fetid vehicle to a place of unknown water, pumped in from a polluted lake, an "oceanarium" far from oceanic waters. Now, two-legged creatures feed, touch, teach them tricks to amuse schoolchildren, rewarding with dead fish. They swim, dive, in a concrete pond, flailing flukes helplessly, singing sad songs no one hears. |
Haiku 2CatKiller Cat pounces,
Piano Black keys, white keys call.
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