Poems
by Mary Lenore Quigley
As you probably know the ninth wave is the largest one.
This poem starts with the first.
The Ninth Wave
You tickle my toes and ankles
Teasing them with soft foamy kisses
Retreating quickly to the safety of the sea.
Chasing me down the shoreline
You reach out, tugging at my heels
Pulling, yet gently pushing me away.
You giggle in my footsteps
Blowing bubbles, slurping up the drops
Swallowing my footprints in the shifting sand.
Tiny waves wrap around my shins.
Swirling fingers caress my jagged nerves
Working their way down pulling me closer.
Laughing now, you slap my calves
Coaxing, "Tag you're it, come play with me."
I pretend you are not there and stroll on.
You lean against my knees this time
Catching me off-guard. I stumble
Picking up a silver stone to hide my trembling legs.
Aggressively you splash my face.
Icy fingers slither down my skin
Erecting my body hairs as you pull me in.
Hugging me around the waist
You squeeze, drenching me with kisses,
While spreading out a satin sheet upon the sand.
Drooling with anticipation
You roar, arms extended, sweep me
From the ocean floor and drag me to your den.
We tumble in your water bed
Until exhausted. Reluctantly, you leave me
Gasping, laughing on the shore.
I shake you gently from my hair
And brush you from my skin
Then wait upon the sand for you to come again.
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God Breathes
Before dawn
before air ripples the sea
or willows whisper to streams
before leopards stretch
or robins sing
before creatures
become aware
there is a quickening
a murmur
a movement on the earth
the beat of a distant drum.
God breathes
and one by one we wake.
The Artist's Canvas
The artist's challenge
is to transport you
to an imaginary place
a twinkling of time
a minuscule moment
inside the chambers of her mind
not yet visited, even by herself.
You journey there together
peeling away layers of disguises
that ultimately reveal
the very essence of its creation,
the artist's soul.
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Author and poet Mary Lenore Quigley lives in San Marcos with her hubby Patrick. Her last novel, Indelible Ink, is a memoir about the search for her birth family. Her first novel, God Danced, is for young readers and those still young enough to dream. Her first memorized poem was "Trees". To honor Joyce Kilmer, Mary named her first book of poetry By Fools Like Me. In addition to organizing the North County Authors & Poets (NCAP) events, Mary facilitates a writers group at Lake San Marcos and is a Letters member of The National League of American Pen Women. Her poetry continues to appear in top selling poetry collections and national magazines. qtwoink@sbcglobal.net or www.Q2Ink.com |
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