THREE POEMS by NOLCHA FOX

SEARCHING FOR A POEM IN MY GARDEN


My garden is a confusion

of profusion, much like

my jumbled words.


Not like next door,

plants standing at attention

in orderly rows.


My words can’t stand

still that long.


No, columbines carpet

my garden, choking

coral bells and lilies.


Rhyme pokes through

thick foliage,

brave flowers

crying for coffee.


Proud hollyhocks,

shouting colors,

rise high.


But hide

the bindweed

of their demise.


As within soaring sound

my words are strangled

by doubt and fear.


Iris leaves cluster,

pierce sunlight.

A meter my words

long to be.

 

TRAILS


Sleep slips

through a rip in reality,

leaves popcorn kernel

trails through disaster movies

and out the door.


Sleep kisses moonlight

on raspberry leaves,

dances on the lawn,

leaves dew-prints

that vanish into sunlight.


Sleep slips

between the lines

of old love letters,

leaves tear trails

that cry to the stars.

 

LUMINOUS


The rain,

each droplet luminous,

reflects the

pathway lights.

Each light

transfigured

to a star,

reflects the

occasional

luminous star

in cloud breaks.

Water transfigured

to wine

to blood

to luminous sunrise.

Whispering wind

changes me to light,

makes me luminous, too.

 

Nolcha (@NolchaF) has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. That led to a long career in technical writing. She retired into blogging and short stories (27 published). In June 2021, she turned to poetry, and started publishing in July 2021. Her poems have appeared in the July and October WyoPoets News, Duck Head Journal, Ancient Paths, Dark Entries, The Red Lemon Review, and will appear in Corporeal Literary Magazine and the 2022 WyoPoets chapbook.