June 2021
Bio Note: I'm unsure how many VV poets I've written to over the years admiring short, concise poems. Many of these notes have gone to Tom Montag. Some to Dick Allen. I "overwrite." I've pulled some of my "shorter" poems where I tried to hone, prune, keep it brief. My new chapbook Checkered Mates does not contain one short poem; I'm working on that for my next collection. I do, however, write a haiku every day. For more poems, visit triciaknoll.com.
Doubt
is a spout
whose faucet
drips.
Though a stiff twist
pauses the leak
for minutes
maybe hours,
uncertainty
may follow
you out the door
when you hope
you can flee fast
enough to outrun
the next annoying drop
until you come home
to task
grip and wrench
or wade in deep water.
The Rebel
Today I said no to something I should do
and wished it were yes to something
I shouldn’t.
Let Me Remember
A hot July night, humid, white roses and phlox
on the air. A walk on the stone path to the woods
where fireflies ignite the night. Let me remember
this when icicles hang to my head and the way
is slippery in treachery.
©2021 Tricia Knoll
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