June 2015
I left the South Bronx to come to the West. I found a mountain, a brave and daring man, and a series of injured and abandoned pets. I was selected as Poet Laureate (Montana) and traveled the state on a Greyhound bus. Poetry has been my life since I can remember. I am currently finishing my sixth book of poetry. Visit my website at www.Sherylnoethe.com
Knocked Clock
Accidentally knocked
the clock off the wall.
Hung it back up and continued on.
When I glanced up at it
I was either in another zone
or upside down in my own.
Late.
Belated.
Time lag.
Delayed.
Hands splayed.
Minutes mislaid.
Something Like
Something
flying upwards in my
throat.
Something like
a modern day
Marilyn Monroe
with bright blue
hair and black
lipstick.
A rabbit hopping
across fields
of thought
A flock of winter
nuthatches swirling
tree to tree, finally
swooping past
with such a wind
my fickle
scarf is pulled
away to join them.
The rippling stream
beneath us
takes a swift turn
through
my ribs.
©2015 Sheryl Noethe