At the Montauk Lighthouse
This stone
brings Long Island
Sound with sand, craggy cliffs
and swishing ocean waves that tease
my toes
Capsized While Fishing
Wild waves
roll from the Gulf
flooding the sandy shore
depositing driftwood. . . and shells
. . . and me
Turning on the Bedside Light to Read
Once more
I push away
demons who share my night:
bad memories, words left unsaid
-years lost.
(published; Poets Forum Magazine)
After the Funeral
Sunset
the horizon
is glowing orange-pink
but on the path no silhouette
of you
(First Place South Dakota Poetry Society 2002, published in their awards
issue of Pasque Petals in January 2003)
To the Driver of the Red Porsche
That day
spring sun beckoned;
I thought I'd take a drive
along a winding country road -
alone.
That day
spring beckoned you;
you speeded into sun,
and on that winding country road-
we crashed.
Today,
prisoner
to darkness, I relive
the beauty of that country road -
the sun.
Often
I remember
your car streaking toward me
as if speed was more important
than life.
I weep
that I am blind;
I weep that you are dead;
and where you are, do you weep, too,
for me?
(published: Poet's Forum Magazine)
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
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Poets & Authors page for the poet's
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Madelyn Eastlund.
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