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20 November 2021
A Nocturn Poem with Margaret Simon
To those who think our president is a devil:
When you lie down at night,
you know those quiet moments you try
to get comfortable before falling asleep?
But you notice that achy wrist
and the indigestion from tonight’s dessert,
and maybe your knee’s been acting up again…
At those times, do you ever doubt?
Do you ever feel a bit of shame
for worshipping that former
“perfect physical specimen”?
Do you ever wonder
if maybe this one,
who admits to reflux
and isn’t ashamed
to have a colonoscopy,
might really be more legitimate?
21 November 2021
Metaphor Dice Poem with Margaret Simon
Memory is a reluctant drum
and sometimes sporadic,
memories like Dad’s death
are regular beating bass drums
down to my foundation,
other sweet or sad memories
pop up irregularly like a
tiny tom tom,
which is to say
memory is no one’s
22 November 2021
See – Think – Wonder with Linda Mitchell
Look at my sea.
I am master of the waves
and their sparkly constellations.
Why do you call me a scarecrow?
23 November 2021
Tricube Poem with Linda Mitchell
of green beans
So much good
24 November 2021
Nature Muse with Maureen Ingram
Soon Jackrabbit will bound on legs of spring, cooling ears alight
Soon Quail parents, adorned with topknots, will herd their little ones to safety
Soon Rattlesnake will own the back porch whenever he passes
Soon cunning Coyote will create a trap for bounding Roadrunner
Soon Ants will scurry up and over, in and out, busily taking crumbs home
Soon Hummingbird will flitter around our feeder, showing off her feathers
Later, if we don’t act, all will be quiet in the Mojave Desert
One thought on “November Ethical ELA Poems”
Denise, I’m so glad you posted these wonderful poems. I am drawn in by your nocturne that addresses that end of the day what hurts syndrome we all go through. And your metaphor poem is full of sound and the sadness that comes with memories. The last line is a prize!
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