Poetry

It’s Memorial Day and it’s cloudy, unseasonably cool, but the birds are chirping in the oak branches so all is not lost.

I’ve been writing on my draft for a novel. Yes, I am back to writing. It’s apart of me and I will always write.

I’ve also been looking over some old notebooks in which I have a lot of poetry. I am trying to make another compilation of my poetry of which I plan to self-publish at another date.

Here are a few poems I’ve found from the past in my notebooks.

From 2018, entitled “Buddy.” It’s about my dog Buddy who was cocker spaniel and poodle. He lived for sixteen years and absolutely loved buttered toast.

“Buddy”

Little white dog barks.

Scavenges for buttered toast.

Leaps into my heart.

Also from 2018, entitled “River.” I live a few miles from a river that during that time has been absolutely breathtaking because it was wild with lots of massive oak trees. Now, greedy real estate developers have swooped into this area and cut down the trees and built hideously drab gray and brown high rise condos on the riverfront blocking access to the citizens in this area. Of course, if you have a yacht you can utilize the private yacht dock, but if you’re a regular working class person forget if. The river is evidently now meant for the obscenely wealthy. (Sorry, didn’t mean to rant).

“River”

Lapping waves sing song.

Birds dive into cool waters.

World washed in sunlight.

Also, from 2018, entitled “Anxiety.” I think it speaks for itself.

“Anxiety”

Fear ate up my life.

Imaginary monsters.

Took root in my head.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2023