Joyce's Poetry: Speak Now Poem

Joyce's Poetry: Speak Now Poem: 1 When you’re tired of the world & its devastation, I’m your golden arch You use me to squash your appetite for forbi...

Poem Speak Now

Poetry Speaks

1

When you’re tired of the world

& its devastation,

I’m your golden arch

You use me to squash your appetite

for forbidden food

I soothe you when your

friends betray you

I calm you when you’re anxious and angry.

I make your life luminous in blackness

while you prattle, prance & pounce

against indifference indignity

of deep, dark night

 

Every disturbance & danger

frighten you like a wasp in your path.

 

2

A gold leaf flies in your window

You so elegantly pen its existence

When it snows in spring,

you protest in bleak language:

“It’s a blemish 

in blasé nature,” you said.

 

3

When the art dealer

forgets your Georgia O’Keeffe,

your Jacob Lawrence, & your Claude Monet

you blast him on paper

to trap your tongue

You forget: I’m your bond;

You have me to console you

if you’re feeling angry,

a little purple, or overwhelmed.

c/o copyright 2012 Joyce Evans-Campbell
 

Joyce's Poetry: Cultural Clash

Joyce's Poetry: Cultural Clash: Office so plush with IBM on the desk top carpet, cabinets lumbar chair, & laptop for travel; a glass door shuts out voices & ringing...

Cultural Clash

Office so plush with IBM
on the desk top
carpet, cabinets
lumbar chair, & laptop
for travel;
a glass door shuts out voices
& ringing phones
Each morning I drop
off my blackness at the door
Every “t” and “s” enunciated.
In the P.M. I pick up my blackness
& go home to Romare Bearden
paintings,
to Aretha, Coltrane, & Billie
& greens, black eyed
peas and ham hocks
I turn, turn again, & turn back.

copyright (c) 2004 Joyce Evans-Campbell