Poems by Anne Gray
(--November 22nd, 2009, Yellow Springs, OH)
- The water is running brown from the tap
- Brown like rust, or brown like crap
- You wouldn't really want to drink
- The water coming out my sink
- People ask if I like this town.
- I like it just fine, when the water's not brown
September 12, 2009
- Some of
- the dishes are done.
- Some of the counter is clean.
- Some of
- the laundry is folded.
- Some of the office is neat.
- Some of
- the bathroom is scrubbed,
- and--Hey! I'm showered and on my feet!
- Some days,
- just getting some things done
- can be such a treat.
--August 27th, 2009
- Man once grew a ruff on the shoulder;
- a remnant from when times were colder:
- I now have one hair
- that grows very long there.
- I'm glad those genetics aren't bolder!
- She grows accustomed
- to having him clean her back
- on winter mornings
- A friend of mine sent me a pie full of books;
- A pie full of corners and turn-the-page looks,
- Full of plotting and playing and soft caring glances,
- Adventure and conquest, and sometimes romances.
- This wasn't a regular sort of a pie,
- I thought to myself, with a satisfied sigh.
- I sent to my good friend a pie full of dreams;
- A pie that is not quite as sweet as it seems.
- But one that sustains the same soul it delights,
- Though it sometimes distracts from immediate sights.
- I salted it lightly with flavors exotic;
- He made me more books, so I'm sure that he got it.
He Says, She Says
- He says
- It’s not about
- Having something
- To say.
- The people
- Who will be
- Successful writers
- Want to play with words
- Susserate the sound
- Pound home their points
- With punctuation.
- It’s not a poem,
- He says,
- If it doesn’t rhyme.
- If my ways and reasons for writing
- Are very different from his,
- Can I still succeed?
- I might write something
- Something new…
- Some amateur thing that every other starting writer
- Once thought was fabulously cool,
- She says,
- And then
- She lifts her pen.
Unexpected Poetic Power
spilled out on the floor
- suddenly, I find
- myself facing a box full
- of broken crayons
- I wouldn’t have expected
- to be that kind of person
- to put crayons back
- into the box, unordered
- seems so unlike me
Poems by Anne K. Gay:
I know Someone who's Somebody
- To Everybody else.
- And Somebody is Noone, really,
- Without a true self.
- And Someone is standing there hiding
- Behind Somebody's face.
- In the middle of Everybody,
- But still Noplace.
Helpless to help
- I saw a man with tears in his eyes.
- I went to him and asked him why.
- "I'm lonely," he said.
- Said I, "I'm here."
- "I'm not," he said, and left me there.
Get It Out
- Living a lie is like sand in your eye;
- You wince and you cry and it hurts.
- Your heart wants to shout just to get that grain out;
- Your eye was not meant to hold dirt.
- You must be direct, simply fish out that speck,
- And when it is free let it fly:
- Lay the dirt on the table; only then are you able
- To look those you love in the eye.
A Moment In Passage
- As the sun glints on metal, and leaves blow away,
- I ponder tomorrow, and wonder today
- If those which will follow shall know leaves at all,
- Or feel how I feel, as they fall.
- Loneliness in a
- King-size bed is far more sad
- Than in a single
In Memory of Sam and Orpheus
- Our cats are most important friends
- And more, they're family
- They give us love that never ends,
- They teach humilty
- And all their sweet, expressive ways
- Like puking on the floor
- Are worth it when they sit with us
- Or meet us at the door
- The memories of a cat that's gone
- Are of his finest hour
- A languid stretch, a playful prance
- A proud and lordly glower
- Not a print or any picture
- Of your cat will mean so much
- as the memory of his gaze or
- of his soft and padded touch
- What a lovely observation,
- That our cats, like us, were friends
- With their catly conversations
- That we couldn't understand
- We'll remember them together,
- Both the sad and happy parts
- And our cats will live forever
- In the cockles of our hearts
And Then I May Go
- Come Quickly, if I'm going to live --
- Come racing to my side.
- Come share with me your secret thoughts
- Or make of me your bride.
- Then later, if I'm going to die,
- Come slowly, if you must.
- You needn't race for one last word
- With ashes in your dust.
- If there are things you'd like to say
- Or gifts we both might give
- Then say them now or bring them by
- Come Quick -- if I'm to live.