ANN PRIVATEER

 

Water Falls

 

Ebulliently casting

Shadow shards like feathers

That swim with the clouds

How they electrify

Mixing yet staying

Jaunty in the sky.

 

A Lamp

 

Sits on my desk

It’s surface hard

Unyielding

It shines

It’s oval shape calls

It was a gift many

Years ago, I hardly

Remember, I’m grateful

For its light, it’s

Unobtrusive color

Reflections of it

Waiting

Listening, longing

To dance and sing

To do what I can do.

 

A Path

 

Tangles through underbrush

It weaves and turns

In complicated ways

Like a violin contemplating

The tick tick of feet

Falling leaves, the timid

The spry, awaiting.

 

ANN PRIVATEER

 

ANN PRIVATEER is a poet, artist, and photographer. She lived in the Midwest and now resides in California. Her work has been published in various journals.