Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas
I visited a psychiatrist once
Greatly troubled by recurring dreams of conflict
Dark, debilitating intrusions
That growled and spat, ripped and shredded
All decency and peace:
Pulses of Hatred - Ghouls in my head
From childhood -
Lying in wait!
He sat behind a huge desk
A small person
Fortressed by this great wooden plank
Covered with paper...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 10:13 am
My sister's family is close knit
but very casual, full of animals.
That summer the house dog was an Airedale
A big animal – wiry – intelligent.
Friendly enough but very watchful
Of people and premises.
As usual, if visiting, sisters do helpful chores.
One morning I stooped to scoop
Some towels and shoes from the stairs
To carry them up to thei...
Wednesday 21st March 2018 11:24 am
She came home after three weeks
my lusty first-born daughter
leaving her sister in further care
to steady a nervous heart.
The weeks in nursery had been fraught:
Rows of babes in baskets keening day and night.
No peace - ever.
No touch of human hand beyond necessity.
The knot of tension in her wee neck
Was like a marble.
My heart hurt for her distress.
I held ...
Tuesday 20th March 2018 11:22 am
One hot summer's day
I stroked out from the slim coral beach
To a high rock in the small bay
With intent to dive
The pocked outcrop was easy to climb
From the water surface.
The tide was high
The sea as still as glass
I raised myself on to the rock
And peered down
Deep to the bottom
As into a glass of water
And could not judge its...
Saturday 17th March 2018 4:12 pm
In contemplative mind
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a naked tree
Stripped to bare grace.
Twisted and gnarled
Broken and bent
Dark scribbles on the sky
Fighting upward - outward
The merest twig pulsing
For light -
And the Universe.
Clutching with hungry roots
And thirsty throats
The thick muck
Thursday 15th March 2018 11:11 am
Sometimes I sit looking out the window -
A book on my lap – not reading.
The radio soft with song – not listening.
Or lying upon my pillow - not sleeping.
Giving my brain free rein
To pursue its peculiar passages.
And this scope often spins into 'Poetry'
That esoteric web of human connection
What is it exactly? Poe...
Wednesday 14th March 2018 11:57 am
She tucked the twins into bed
With the sun
Both children tired and ready to rest.
Darkness fell quickly
Warm, fragrant and black.
Night creatures were instantly busy.
Clinking about with pots and pans
She finished evening chores
And made a tasty sandwich
For Daddy's late night return
Weary and hungry.
Suddenly, the faintest call:
'Mummy. Mummy,' plaintively...
Saturday 3rd March 2018 11:48 am
My beloved books sit
Huddled on shelves - shelves and shelves -
Thick spines thin spines snazzy spines bedraggled spines
Finger-worn with years of turning pages
From school days and formal tuition.
Or glossy new, recently acquired
Slim and shiny from fellow poets
Who share their words on stage or internet
Many - like me – self-published - unchallenged.
From these ...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 3:17 pm
I think God is a regular person
who is anything
at the same time.
I think 'heaven' is a thing
a place and an idea.
There is no proof.
You can't touch it
see it or hear it.
But dead things may find life again
in a separate world.
I like amazing things:
giant waterfalls and volcanoes
tiny red spiders and seeds
and my f...
Sunday 4th February 2018 12:14 pm