JOAN MCNERNEY
FALLING ASLEEP
Curling into a question mark
eyes shuttered
lips pursed
hands empty.
Dropping through
long dusty shafts
down into dank cellars.
Leaving behind faded day.
That last cup of sunlight
pouring from fingertips.
Lulled by rattling trains,
sighs of motors.
Bringing nothing but
memory into night.
Now I will
untie knots
tear off wrappings
opening wide bundles of dreams.
Joan McNerney
BRIGHTLY BURNING STAR FISH...
Do you wonder where you swim?
Wandering sky and ocean flying
floating now near shore line.
Many arms extended tugging
celestial weeds Irish moss.
Grasping glowing orange disc
climbing beds of coral coral.
Do you wonder where you swim
brightly burning star fish?
Joan McNerney
SCARVES
I want to make scarves from the sky.
Since I’m not much of a seamstress,
here’s hoping it won’t be too hard.
To start I’ll just pick up a fleecy
white cloud to cover my neck.
Maybe create a dove grey scarf
and cut out pale blue ones too.
Make entire closets full of them.
At sunset I will fashion boas
of bright ruby and tangerine.
My midnight shawl will be long
gleaming ebony covering my
shoulders keeping me warm.
If lucky I’ll find some rainbows…
kaleidoscopes to wrap up in.
I will list them on eBay and Craig’s,
hang pictures on my Facebook wall.
Imagine, everybody will want them!
Would you like one too?
Better put your order in now.
JOAN MCNERNEY
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