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Jan 2019 · 112
Imagine
Joan McNerney Jan 2019
Imagine to be a bird
slicing  air with wings.

Up up over that horizon
soaring through clouds
away from solemn earth.

Shining, shimmering  
far above this sphere
into  clear blue light.

Cutting through sky
gliding over oceans
eyes open all seeing.

Awake all day all night
brushing rushing
against the four winds.

Imagine to be a bird.
Jan 2019 · 240
This Evening
Joan McNerney Jan 2019
Becomes starry sapphire
as chimes tap against
our windowpane.  

Sea gulls rise in
flight over rooftops.
Winds wrapping around
trees tossing leaves.

The court yard is full of
aromas from dinnertime.
Shadows growing longer
each minute.  Lights go
on and I wait for you.
Jun 2014 · 522
Spring Bath
Joan McNerney Jun 2014
Noontime perfumed
berries new grass.
Beneath honey locust
through hushed woods
we found a spring.
My feet throb over
hard pebbles.  Threading
soft water the sun
dresses us in golden
sequins.
Apr 2013 · 378
Birthday Present
Joan McNerney Apr 2013
Joan McNerney    


Birthday Present


I wanted to bring back the
best gift from the country
for you, just for you.
I wanted to.

Some sky would be nice,
lots of lovely sky with
light fleecy clouds.

So I rushed through
stores and bought the
biggest shiny box and
looked for a perfect bow.

All shades of blue, violet
with red and yellow.
An entire rainbow of
colored ribbons for the
box to put this sky into.

Then on the bus my bow
fell apart.  Somebody
stepped on the box.  It's
all crushed and *****.

By the time we got to
the city it was late. Did
my sky fly away?
The box is empty now.

I wanted to bring back the
best gift from the country
for you, just for you.
I wanted to.
Apr 2013 · 329
Birthday Present
Joan McNerney Apr 2013
Joan McNerney  

Birthday Present


I wanted to bring back the
best gift from the country
for you, just for you.
I wanted to.

Some sky would be nice,
lots of lovely sky with
light fleecy clouds.

So I rushed through
stores and bought the
biggest shiny box and
looked for a perfect bow.

All shades of blue, violet
with red and yellow.
An entire rainbow of
colored ribbons for the
box to put this sky into.

Then on the bus my bow
fell apart.  Somebody
stepped on the box.  It's
all crushed and *****.

By the time we got to
the city it was late. Did
my sky fly away?
The box is empty now.

I wanted to bring back the
best gift from the country
for you, just for you.
I wanted to.

— The End —