Valley Hail
—Photo by D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove
—geoffrey neill, sacramento
why is the sky blue
why is a raven like a writing desk
why did i get married too
why do dogs eat grass
why is my poop green
why do dogs eat poop
why are women like parking spaces
why do cats purr
why am i so tired
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FAIRYTALES
—Olga Blu Browne, Sacramento
Factual and descriptive
fabulous and remarkable.
Fables written for children
feature characteristics
fierce and faithful heros
familiarized in history
facilitating the truth.
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Thanks, Geoff Neill, for the "found" poem (see this week's SOW), and thanks to today's other contributors, including Olga Blu Browne, who was born and raised in Colorado, then moved to California in 1967. Both her sons were born here, but moved to Colorado. She did go to college for a short time; now she has taken some workshop classes with Joyce Odam and Norma Kohout at the Hart Center for over a year. Her poetry has appeared in Brevities and DADs DESK. She also enjoys doing her poetry at Luna’s Café (Poetry Unplugged) open mics, and we’ve seen her at The Book Collector readings, too. She says she has been writing for over 40 years, and loves it as much now as she did in the beginning.
WRAPPED
—Olga Blu Browne
Love in limelight, heart wrapped in cellophane.
Blood flows backwards, my breath comes harsh.
Touch is faux, memories mere tokens.
Death is welcome. My tomorrow is gone.
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KINDLE
—Olga Blu Browne
Kindle the fire, once was the heart.
Kinship alliance no more.
Keepsake a mere token of what was.
Knowledge of when to walk away.
Key may be the solution.
Kindled the fire, once was my heart.
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NAUGHTY
—Olga Blu Browne
Nefariously wicked
native is primevil
natural characteristics
negligent and careless
name unknown
nasty quite roguish
notorious reputation
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SENSUALITY
—Olga Blu Browne
Sensuous and exciting,
sensitive yet unruffled
single females unite.
Sophisticated and worldly,
spectacular and striking.
Strength is unmeasurable.
Subservience?—NO! No more.
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BLOOD ROSE
—Olga Blu Browne
A rose, a rose, beautiful to see
A true delight to your eyes
yet not easy to possess.
The thorns of that stem that
brace the velvet petals are
unbearable to hold.
Still, most women dream of getting
their first rose. It matters not the
blood drawn for that rose,
only that they got their first rose.
Perhaps an omen will unfold. For
love points like a cut rose,
with blood drawn for that first
rose.
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Today's LittleNip:
REACHING THROUGH LANGUAGE
—Joyce Odam, Sacramento
Take a word, and bless the word alive.
Make it sing, and never let it hide.
Wear it like a talisman—wear it
all your life. And when it binds—
ah, when it binds—cut it with a knife.
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—Medusa
Olga Blu Browne