Category Archives: Poetry
The Red-eye
I was abroad for two months, an extended vacation to avoid most of DC’s winter. I longed for home days before the end of my trip. I missed my routine, the comfort of my bed, my daily, albeit, short walks, etc. I missed home so much I composed a little poem while sitting restlessly on the plane:
The Red-eye
As I sat sleepily by the window above the clouds
I watched the sun begin to rise and
Gradually blend with the indigo sky
Slowly blanketing the land with its
dazzling light and welcoming warmth
Suddenly the green became trees and the lights, houses and cars
Touchdown! Oh, it’s good to be home!”
Ode to the Super Moon
Ode to the Super Moon:
I sat by my window one wintry night
And saw the moon, oh so big and bright
As I stared at the yellow orb
I realized I wasn’t really alone
So with a plate of bread, nuts, and cheese
And a glass of red wine
And soft music playing in the background
I dined with the Super Moon.
A poem inspired by Spring
A poem – The Mirror
Dedicated to all women of a certain age:
The Stare
The woman sadly turns to the mirror
eyeing the deep lines that etch her face and neck
Her eyes travel down the jiggly fat under her arms
and the bulges around her waist and stomach
With a deep sigh she mutters, “who cares?
I am old and alone in my sorrows.”
Dejected, she bends down, searches her mind
Tears flowed through the ridges on her face
Slowly, she raises her head in defiance
and shouts, “I care!”
She gets up, gets dressed up,
Puts on lipstick, eyeliner,
a bit of eyeshadow and some powder,
Wears pearls around her neck
And the transformation began.
“Yes”, she says, “I care!”
Copyright March 11, 2016
Cynthia Angeles
