"I Have Broken My Own Heart," "Repertoire," and "Manage by Exception"

I Have Broken My Own Heart

Leaves float along a pond
regardless.

Light wind brushes water.

A sliver of moonlight kisses downspout close to sky.

Doves yes themselves against coolness.

Dance yields
to palpable
retreat to
a new song.

Reflexive slumber teaches
what only I now know.

What I have made
I keep making
to death.

 


 

Repertoire

I paint open
windows
on the wall
reveal one
season at a time

offer shelf life
for the poor souls
this careful 
calculation
of a plot 

to pare away 
chipped paint 
from surface 
rake matted
leaves

in front 
around twined 
tall trunk
where a child
with oiled glove

hefts the ball
sings hi
before
I go in
and away

 


 

Manage by Exception

Nothing signs a mothwing like awaited arrondissements.

Clever babe is craving crowds. In Europe all the Lenten Waldorf lengthens slurry.

Gems installed go broke most days till decades sear the wheat.

“Pick me, pick me!”

Millhouse warms to tweets or not.

The installation’s very full of you again.

Decide to run away (again).

This lifetime. Molto allegrando.

Or . . .

 

 

Sheila E. Murphy

Sheila E. Murphy is an American poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. Her book titled Reporting Live from You Know Where has just won the Hay(na)Ku Poetry Book Prize Competition from Meritage Press (U.S.A.) and xPress(ed) (Finland). Murphy is also the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy’s visual work, both individual and collaborative, is shown in galleries and in private collections. Initially educated in instrumental and vocal music, Murphy is associated with music in poetry. She earns her living as an organizational consultant, speaker, and researcher and holds the PhD degree. She has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life.

 

Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Tuesday, June 27, 2017 - 21:35