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
he eliminates his overbrilliant hat
exposing his heart to her
time: post industrial green
it was said their love would never last
that he’d mess up
that she’d grow tired of him
that he could never change…
they were wrong
by mary ann blinkhorn
overflowing minimalist
stuck at bus stop
sun-kissed, peeved,
lost his marbles in 1970 something
she pulls on her second coat
mauve on aqua
cognizant she’s altering
a vintage work
you can’t do it that way, he says
when i breeze through your work
i may miss it
she smiles
at agates
on the sidewalk
by mary ann blinkhorn
the rumbling of virus check
paces across midnight
time the tick of a clock
anticipation
she takes a stand
skinny font
bold lettering
they extend their hands
“in essence they fear a lion
but not a woman”
she opens the door too quickly
ripping her nylons
upsetting the word cart
oh, grin!
the conversation dissolves
the ever present sunlight
slightly fades her material
three cheers
to a flippant self
and to all whom she respects
at the sight of home
her raised brow
rises like a giant umbrella…
writer’s chair shining
by mary ann blinkhorn
she stares at a midnight page
frankness, beginning and end
the cure, a changing heart
i am not art
but I know her
resting on park bench
she contemplates lateral thinking
how they had smirked
at her “what ifs”
she tries to wrap her mind around it
the idea that ink found new home in nice-looking flowery jacket
with half-crazed sunny-faced owner
thoughts dismissed
time to write new page
by mary ann blinkhorn
the echo of you
leaves words heightened
meeting tomorrow’s deadline
you sit smugly
smashing a mean upper breeze
grimacing with delight
your arm injured
your own unique set of words
falling through pavement
i review the glanced-upon tightened lines
why do i fumble
why not rise gracefully with delightful words
by mary ann blinkhorn
my heart dances
on a halted idea
whilst muse shovels words
back into a wheelbarrow
words that would’ve been mine
i put on the tea kettle
do the right thing
puffed-up writer
compellingly follows idea
stops dramatically
delivering fragments
lesson learned:
ink that skips and jumps
follows paper
writer friend to writer friend:
you may rest your head on my creative shoulder…
watching blues dance
with downturned pen
in a field of irony
is like decidedly dancing
with snapped wings
and cardboard teeth
not worth writing about
let it go
by mary ann blinkhorn
if you should have me pinpoint it exactly
you were right to trust an honest eye
the eye with much light
salt air moistening brand new poem
self-portrait cheerful and grateful
moved
further back into my psyche
jumping out of the box
crazy paint chips loudly applaud
a crisp, must-see dream
the irony, debatable
upward punchy poets must move on
sky advanced to
a crack of sunlight behind curtains
by mary ann blinkhorn
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
mypenandme 
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