Poems
by Diane Webster

 

 

Serenity

 

The cow chews its cud

while lying in the grass

in front of the bench

overlooking the valley.

 

A stalk of wild grass

grows through a slat

so the chipmunk

can sit nearby

snacking on seeds.

 

 

 

 

 

Queen Bee

 

Stones cemented into a wall

rounding into a palace

excite bees flying home.

 

Dreams of a mini honeycombed

serfdom bloom into a castle

of proportions buzzing gossip

throughout the colony.

 

Long live the queen!

 

 

 

 

 

Barging Into Darkness

 

Sunshine has no problem

barging into darkness

like a gunfighter busting

saloon doors open

to confront a card shark

lurking at the poker table

tucked into a back corner.

 

As soon as sunshine’s eyes

glare at the high-stakes game

players scatter leaving

only a shadow of a mustache

tucked against floor boards

until time passes for gamblers

to return to creaking chairs

and cigar smoke wisping fog.

 

 

 

 

 

Destruction In Ripples

 

A clod of mud languishes

on the bottom of the birdbath,

a blade of new-mown grass

floats suspended like a raft

searching for land.

 

Overnight the grass sinks

and discovers the mud

like a fallen palm tree,

an underwater oasis

until a tsunami of sparrows

surges over the rim.

 

 

 

 

 

Into A Heap

 

In the abandoned house

broken windows smile

in jack o’lantern style;

one side of the porch

fallen to the ground

in boxer-nose angle;

the shell waits

for dehydration,

decomposition,

shrinkage into

a heap of remains.

 

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