Kay Bressner Poems
|2.||What Color Is Peace?||9/15/2006|
|3.||What Tim Said||9/15/2006|
|6.||Writers Use Things||9/16/2006|
|9.||How The Cloud Formed||10/10/2007|
|11.||Red Reef Park||12/25/2007|
|12.||The Dunes Of Jupiter Beach||12/25/2007|
|16.||Portrait Of A Tree||1/26/2008|
|17.||View From The Deck||1/27/2008|
|20.||South Floridian Winter||1/28/2008|
|21.||Ten Bright Daisies||1/28/2008|
|33.||Heaps Of Sky||8/4/2008|
|34.||The Blue Jay||8/4/2008|
|35.||Meaning Of Life||8/5/2008|
|37.||In The Afternoon||8/12/2008|
|40.||On A Breezy Night||9/19/2008|
Mashed Potatoes (A Vegetarian Sonnet)
Lovely cumulus clouds they bring to mind,
a soft scoop looks just like the glowing moon,
or drift of winter snow that's bright and fine;
what magical, wonderful comfort food!
I never met a spud I didn't love,
it seems that I have been this way since birth,
baked, curly fried, garlicky, crinkle cut;
can't think of any vege with more worth
Still I ponder who was the first masher...
could tuber have been rude, offending him?
was she p.o.'d at potato? ask her;
the likelihood we'll ever know is slim
But I tell you my fat cells feel ...
What Tim Said
I was on deck
of a Navy sub
It occurred to me
that I could allow myself
to be swept
out into the sea
I could stick around;
See what happens next.