Postcards & Poems

Today’s Blog is two Postcards and two Fall-type poems:

I dash
myself
against
the rocks.
Then cry
how you
hurt me.

When
perfection
is your
goal

Failure
is your
answer.

from POST CARDS: FROM NO WHERE
by Jo Ann Lordahl

Poem 1:

Halloween
She took the zipper at the dimple in his chin
tugged it the length
of his body. Then she climbed

into his warm skin with him.

Poem 2:
Never Enough

These are fall days:

cool champagne air.
The heat of my summer

now tempered by
remembered pain.

I smile through these days

yearning to gather
white flying egrets,
small birds. Each

full rising moon brings
high tide to my heart.
Perfection falls from

fat cotton clouds
waves from acres of goldenrod I
gather with my eyes.

Winter will come.
I am resigned. 3
Yet please –
one more egret.

One high feather cloud

framed in clear
blue sky.
One persimmon tree on a cool day.

One falling yellow leaf
Jo Ann Lordahl