Daffodils
—Poems and Photos by Vicki Carroll, Sacramento, CA
—Poems and Photos by Vicki Carroll, Sacramento, CA
THREE SPRING POEMS
1
A hint of fragrance
draws one closer—
to find a deep glandular odor
sweet, light and warm…
as if a heartbeat resides within.
2
Oh daffodils, I love you!
your bright sassy color
your formal tea party look
your light clean fragrance
Enjoyment that lasts only a month!
3
Sun shining
cerulean sky.
Myriads of birds
plentiful water
abundant greenery.
Squawks, honks, tweets
float through the air—
it’s spring at North Laguna Creek.
North Laguna Creek
MUST BE A DREAM
An urgent voice startles me, “She is coming—She’s here!” I look around, seeing nobody. An unknown lady stands near the foot of the bed, peers between my legs. I think, “What is going on; I cannot have a baby—I was not pregnant…” I think, “Can’t happen—no equipment”. I am alone. I reach down and grab a tube that is between my legs…pulling it up to me. I see a perfectly formed tiny grown young woman. She is covered in a clear jelly-like substance. I hold her close, notice her beautiful thick long brown eyelashes, her stylish long flax colored hair. A small steepled gold tiara, centered with a ruby is perched on her head. I think, “Is she dead”? Her eyelids flutter, then open and she is talking in a language I do not understand. She is ok—
I put her back between my legs, go back to sleep.
I like to look close
hear the quiet voice of truth
in shadows of doubt
THE GENERATIONS
I’m a fifties girl
raised by a thirties southern lady.
My mother taught me, “to act like a lady”
at all times.
As her mother taught her.
Sit up straight
Keep your legs crossed
Say your prayers at meals and bedtime
Make your bed every morning
(corners pulled tight and tucked diagonally)
No using curse words
No smoking in public
My daughter is a ninety’s girl
raised by a Cali woman—
I wonder what she thinks
I taught her.
Generations
A VISIT WITH FRIENDS
Hello my little pretties,
how are you this fine morning?
Come have some treats,
sit with me…
I will feed you.
Tell you stories
of olden days.
Days when I was a beauty,
fresh as dew on the grass.
Happy and silly,
always willing to take
a chance.
Oh, the chances I took—
reckless and free…
You’d never know it now
by the looks of me.
Friends
WHY WORRY
there will be many versions of you…
don’t get too immersed in your current self.
Whatever your situation in this moment—
a moment is a bubble…
no place to go just be.
Be what?
That is the beauty!
Decide what is the beauty—
whatever your beauty
follow your path…
one step
two step
and on and on…
North Laguna Creek
Today’s LittleNip:
Poetry is life distilled.
—Gwendolyn Brooks
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Our thanks to new SnakePal Vicki Carroll for today’s fine poems and pix! She is a Sacramento native who enjoys writing and reading poetry. Vicki belongs to the Thursday night workshop at Valley High/North Laguna Library and the monthly workshop in Davis. She says she has grown quite a bit since joining the group last February and looks forward to writing and sharing poetry. She writes, “As you can imagine, I am so excited to share my poetry in Medusa’s Kitchen. A special thanks to James Lee Jobe for the encouragement and Kathy Kieth for publishing my poems!” Welcome to the Kitchen, Vicki, and don’t be a stranger!
Want to be a SnakePal? Send poems, pix, artwork—all that good stuff—to Medusa’s Kitchen, care of kathykieth@hotmail.com/. Don’t be a stranger!—the snakes of Medusa are always hungry.
As National Poetry Month continues, Cynthia Linville and Tim Kahl will be reading this afternoon, 3pm, at CSUS in the Special Collections Room of the Library. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about this and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
—Medusa
Vicki Carroll
Celebrate poetry!
Celebrate poetry!
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