poetry

Reggie This is my suitcase Reggie,I will stuff him withstilettos and sweatshirtsbecause I am going to Romeand I need to be stylishwhilst eating gorgeous pastain front of the Pantheon. Perhaps, in a crisis of joyI will switch directionsbecause I always dreamed of waltzingon a balmy Madagascar eveningunder the constellation Herculesin the arms of an actual […]

Antipathy I’ve come to stay and never leaveuntil little pecking birds gatherand sing in a funeral chorus by the seafor mebut youyou leave everydaywithout a worddeserting your purposein the name of freedoma prisonershackled by hypocrisyincapable of faithfulnessan old foolish manhanging onto a life raft Linda Joy Walder Ride the wave of creativity and get Linda’s

Counting On It I no longer have the willfor my arm to strugglein search of a jacket sleeve.instead, I will hold a sweatshirtover my head and gently pullallowing the fleece-lined clothto linger over my shouldersthen cover me.my hair will get tussled but I do not mind,that is easy mess.it is the difficult messinessI cannot take

Death on Earth Child feet know the textures of the earthlush and rich like creamy pudding orhot sand after a desert wind storm ordewey morning grass. Purveyors and pursuers of landsavor the layersshoelessly experiencingthe depth and beauty of each granularabsorbing the utter complexity. Dwellers get bogged down in bulky rockyielding to the density of soilsunk in

Wabi-Sabi House concrete crackled walls unspakled wandering weeds scattered seeds torn edges raw ledges wood termite beaten curtains moth eaten floors pounded by might rooms decorated by light   Linda Joy Walder Ride the wave of creativity and get Linda’s latest news LEARN MORE Have a question? Want to send me a message?

Breath of Hope When the sun rose this morningI blew hope into the aircausing a leaf to flyacross the sky like a carrier pigeonwith a message so delicate and purethe rain began to fall from my eyeslanding on the shape of my fleshonto my parched tonguescorched speechless by human wordsthat left a residue of bitternessbut

Happiness Where does happiness reside? We strive for it all of our days,often not recognizing the presence of its lightnessyet surely feeling the heaviness of its departure. Fearful we are that too much happiness will betray us,though not enough will spay us,how can the drops of rain needed to satiate the earth be counted? Searching

Doors One day,take a giant step into yourself,beyond the rolling waves of consciousnesssplit off from your lifeinto a parallel universewhere your past lives behind doors. Doors, shut firmly protecting irreplaceable treasures,you, sitting at the kitchen hightop eating tuna fish sandwicheswhile your grandmother listened unconditionally. Doors, never fully closed,you, grieving after cancer stuck a knife into

Goodbye Darling Bella In calm silenceon this your final dayI feel your tiny headresting on my heartyour soft breath steadyas your quiet strengthholds both of uslike it always does. I pray your journey onwardwill be as beautifulas the way you walked through this worldwith dignity and gracegently lovinguntil your last heartbeat’s gulp of life. In loving

Love Flies This poem dances in air,flower petal fallinglanding gentlyremindingthat love delicately fliesin yellow skies. Linda Joy Walder Ride the wave of creativity and get Linda’s latest news LEARN MORE Have a question? Want to send me a message?