Sunday 6 October 2024

Three Poems by Anne Mikusinski

 




Diagrams 

 

Life is a pie chart 

Shade it three-quarters  

Due to waiting 

For news 

Or answers 

Or reasons why 

But keep that one-fourth bright 

For moments 

Kept in memory. 

 

 

 

Three AM 

 

Outside 

The rain whispers 

Playing counterpart to  sounds 

Inside 

Soft tapping of keys 

Give birth to ideas 

Baby-stepping their way 

Across blank pages. 

From another room 

Brushed drumbeats and low strings 

Spread light upon a scene of  

Quiet work 

And little sleep 

 

 

 

As Yet 

 

Tonight I read  

As if you were listening  

Attentively 

While hidden 

In a quiet corner 

3  lit 

And undisclosed 

But there. 

As underneath 

An imaginary spotlight 

I revealed 

My true intentions. 

 

 

 

By Anne Mikusinski

 

 

 

 

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Three Poems by Anne Mikusinski

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