optimist

if you remember love
just add hope
share it in your own words
despite rain
despite uncertainty
share a story that conveys
love belongs to everyone
don’t be surprised if
it brings about smiles
drawing back the curtains
eventually brings sunlight

by mary ann blinkhorn

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A First Dance

Atmosphere is an old moon
A nudge.  Chaos.
Brilliant, circled ideas
Watching a loved one skip down yellow brick road carrying leftovers
Almost midnight
I gnaw on words
Converse with ghosts past and present
Though really just myself
The actor shines
The sun brightens
A near-jaded entrance
Clothed in life
Writing with overjoyed, hurried, Sharpie
Light, gratitude and attitude
A first dance.

 

By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

brave kettle boils and then clicks off silently

maddened mirror
drives the verse
to a different story
one-way clouds passing

I see it in your chain-link eyes
words strolling
past plain park bench
where nobody’s hat sits

fashion — a frilly portrait
stage rises
ink climbs
gathers new newts

let your eyes breathe, man
time is a would-be warm arm no longer
love — an open eye that sees the light

your verses breathe like skinny tall desserts
garnished with maraschino cherries
charm, style and mistakes

by mary ann blinkhorn