Bethlehem's hope

Confession:  I edit a lot. Even when I read poems from my published collection, Naked, I sometimes see things I would change today.  Maybe I wouldn’t on another day.

I’ve worked on the following piece again and again.  Here’s a bit of “Bethlehem’s hope”, which wants to make it into my next book:

a bird’s cry harmonizes piano melody

it comes from an open door

when David sings his blues

he pours out his soul

it sparkles like scotch in a tumbler

I’m an image that stands in sunshine

I’m the fresh smell of rain

I guard the place where the moon decides to make it’s turn

determine when ocean waves lose their pull

but, I’m in the way

© 18 December 2018

Cindy B. Stevens 

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David's town

This piece has a distinct rhythm to it, sort of rappish. It’s called “David’s town”.  When you read this first stanza, you might think, ringle?, what does ringle mean?  I occasionally have to make up words, because available words sometimes don’t convey a sound or emotion that I hear or feel.  Hence, ringle.

silent night

where are those kings?

the tinkling ringle of camel harness brings music

traveling on the night winds across the plains

while tonight, in Bethlehem the angels sing

© 12 December 2018

Cindy B. Stevens

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veneer

Oh my; here’s a sweet poem.  As I’ve mentioned before they are scarce in my writing.  My poem, “veneer”, makes me smile and was inspired by an email from an acquaintance who lives in Syracuse, NY.  It has four sweet stanzas and I want to share the first with you:

frozen air wakes me

I creep from my cocoon

downstairs

third and

fourth steps creak

hungry cats

freshly brewed coffee

herald from the kitchen

© 19 January 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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sharing some of "power washing":

he power washes our home
mossed bricks
tree-pollened windows
it
takes
all
day

I’m trapped behind my plaster wall
my soul pollen chokes my voices
that blow in
and out with the wind
while I watch him as he
power washes our home
it takes all day

© 11 November 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

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sharing first and last lines from stanzas of "Adeline's map":

Adeline is a paper travel map
her creases and folds are valleys and ridges

she wants a road trip
broken

there are tea stains on Montana
ghosts surround a black star

the symbols take her everywhere
because she doesn’t know where she is

she folds the map
it won’t fit in her glove box

© 11 November 2018
Cindy B. Stevens

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portions of three stanzas from "my temple floor":

how did I wind up naked
driving on the highway
windows cracked?
I must be cold

my arm reaches to the back floorboard
grabs my discarded bridal veil
I wrap it around me

my refugee feet hum
they trip over my veil
I slip on the polished floor of my temple

© 23 October 2018
Cindy B. Stevens


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