Thursday, January 12, 2017

Poem - Bombs Away

Bombs Away
O. Kris Widmer

While reading “A Crow Doesn’t Need a Shadow – A Guide to Writing Poetry from Nature”
by Lorraine Ferra



The neighbor’s Magnolia tree
flies sorties in our air space,
strafing our roof,
heaving hard pods
as hand grenades:
pins pulled; delayed fuses;
until my innocent steps should
detonate them.  BOOM!

There go my ankles!

Where is my rake?

1 comment:

Christy Murillo said...

Ask the Steel Magnolias, they probably stole them...
o no...they say it's out back, where they left the rake.
Hey when God will have rocks praising cuz no one wants to,
then say that flower Magnolias can't garden the church every now and then; sit down, have cake.

(Thanks Kris for all your hard work, it is being appreciated by Christy, this day.
Needed to be say.)
Thanks also to the Spanish church where I most will be stay.
Goodnight