poetry

April by Marsha Masters Source It’s lemonade, it’s lemonade, it’s daisy. It’s a roller-skating, scissor-grinding day; It’s gingham-waisted, chocolate flavored, lazy, With the children flower-scattered at their play. It’s the sun like watermelon, And the sidewalks overlaid With a glaze of yellow yellow Like a jar of marmalade. It’s the mower gently mowing, And the stars like startled glass, While the mower keeps on going Through a waterfall of grass.< Then the rich magenta evening Like a sauce upon the walk, And the porches softly swinging With a hammockful of talk. It’s the hobo at the corner With his lilac-sniffing gait, And the shy departingRead More →

April by Alicia Ostriker The optimists among us taking heart because it is spring skip along attending their meetings signing their e-mail petitions marching with their satiric signs singing their we shall overcome songs posting their pungent twitters and blogs believing in a better world for no good reason I envy them said the old woman The seasons go round they go round and around said the tulip dancing among her friends in their brown bed in the sun in the April breeze under a maple canopy that was also dancing only with greater motions casting greater shadows and the grass hardly stirring What aRead More →