My 2019 goal was to publish five poems. When I met that goal midyear, I expanded my horizons and made ten the new magic number. Well, I fell just shy of that by two. Still, I’m happy and pleased that eight of my poems were selected for publication. Here’s Numero Ocho. It’s called Horror Vacui and it was published in SPLASH!, an online journal courtesy of Haunted Waters Press.
Horror Vacui
~ the fear or dislike of leaving empty spaces, particularly in an artistic composition
yesterday, I watched cumulonimbus clouds dance their anvil jig
tomorrow, I will cruise among their almighty thunderheads
today, I hunger for the tart, clean texture of a Colorado peach
today, I yearn for the lusty breezes of spring,
winter remnants skimming across novice green grass
today, I adore the pungent taste of black licorice
puppy’s exquisite kisses, until I cannot handle them even one minute more
the exhilaration of a rowdy wind in my hair, pedaling my Townie Electra fast as it will take me
street photography, subjects unaware, placed within my viewfinder, chill and aloof
today, I crave the scent of ciabatta bread fresh-baked with my own two inarticulate hands
flamboyant array of hats and scarves, crocheted with love
the impactful power and reach of the written word (occasionally, my own)
alway, I seek joyful reassurances from authentic hearts
nestled snug and warm within a canvas that lacks for nothing
nothing at all
A Sawyer's Daughter 