SNOW-COVERED SPIDER WEB
She speaks like the daily sunrise.
He listens when donkeys fly–
producing vacant eyes
His world is like a spider web
bated with exasperation, erasing
gifts, tanned muscles,
pseudo-caring, hiding a
tornado that skips one house only to
decimate the next.
Her world spreads out like poppy fields
gentle beauty for all to see,
perfect depth for random security,
nutrition born from the soul
like food given to baby birds,
fields now lying flat beneath heavy snows.
Drawn together by lust, now time-faded
as blue sky before a storm.
Habit locks up their togetherness
in an outbuilding next to the
poppies, draped in spider webs.
Each hoping the other will leave the
barn door open.
RECIPE FOR TRUTH
Using a butterfly net,
scoop up as much Free Time as you can,
it hides behind
It’s Not What It Seems Bushes-
the ones with huge white flowers
that smell like piss.
Dump the Free Time into a mason jar…
air holes not needed,
unlike captured fireflies, Free Time
is self sustaining
and life giving even to tiny insects
frantic with nest building fervor.
Liberally pour Free Time upon your soul.
It has the power to liberate you from
judgmental crap that binds,
controls, and inhibits your being
as you bounce from task to endless task.
Now your inner truth can leave
sunbeams in your wake.
Karen Wolf has an undergraduate degree in Education from the University of Toledo and a Master of Arts degree from Bowling Green State University. She has retired from a 30-year teaching career and is semi-retired from her own pet sitting company. She has been published in Smokey Blue Literary and Art Magazine, The Wagon Magazine, Oasis Journal, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, The Bookends Review, The Drunken Llama, Blynkt, Raw Dog Press, Street Light Press, Lady Blue Literary Arts Journal, Ripcord Magazine and many others. Her chapbook, THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
She says that poetry soothes the savage beast and opens her eyes to the beauty that abounds within the world.