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Thorns in My Roses

April 12, 2016 By Chris Baldauf Leave a Comment

It’s National Poetry Month. I’m celebrating the occasion this week by posting several original poems. Hope these simple offerings inspire you to pick up your pen.

For more encouragement sign up for a prompt everyday from Robert Lee Brewer – Poetics Aside Blog – http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

 

This first poem, I had to reach back to my old laptop and 1997…

Thorns in My Roses

God waits for no mom
And neither do children.

Evolving sleepless bundles
Scream reality,

While smiling dreamers
Lullaby serenity.

A Tigger bounce
From suckers to sex.

Winds change like clothes
Scattered on the bathroom floor.

Time lapse photography
Grows the budding rose.

Fast forward metamorphose
Unfurls God’s creation.

 

Cold Front 

May winds whip the Sycamore.
“No,” the tree shakes back and forth.
Large hand-sized leaves slap the North wind.
Twisting and hissing,
“It’s too late for a cold front.”

Gray dawn illuminates my page.
Chill spinning round bare ankles
despondency drips from my pen.
The normal arid Austin sun
obscured by Mother Nature’s joke.

“Not funny.” The cactus lay broken,
prickly pear spilled crying on the ground.
Knock-out roses bleed sympathy,
peddles rain red across the lawn.
Spring tears unsprung blur the glass.

 

Tomorrow 

knotted green shoots

burst yellow dessert smiles and

birds call morning – another day.

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About Chris Baldauf

Born-again Southerner, Chris grew up in Michigan and relocated with her husband, digging their way through snow banks until alligators halted their progress south. Chris possesses a B.A. in English from McNeese State University and a master’s degree in lying, the prerequisite of a good fiction writer.

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