I, Poetry

I, Poetry

I want to write a poem

they’re all jangled up

inside me they write

but I can’t get them out

Maybe I expect too little

of me or too much of poetry

but I can’t get them out

they’re way inside me

Baby Moorhens

It has been an abundant spring for new baby Moorhens, we are assured of a plentiful population

Purple Gallinule

Easter gift at Green Cay

Black-Necked Stilts, my first sighting on Easter Sunday was a thrill
along with Purple Gallinule
baby Moorhens, baby Alligators...to name a few

Sometimes

Sometimes memory gets away
from us

sometimes its okay
we manage

sometimes its not
we are

sometimes it sucks



Diane Belleville
0410/09

It's Billiant

The poem she wrote
the poem she read
the poem I heard
the one that connects

the poem she read
what was it I heard
the one that connects
or something absurd

the poem she read
she meant as a joke
the one that connects
with a wink, nod, poke

she meant as a joke
the poem I heard
with a wink, nod, poke
the poem she wrote


Diane Belleville
04/10/09

Just Water

Just Water

Just water nourishes me
spiritual, physical
hydrates and balances me
bodies, world, of water

spiritual, physical
water in numerous forms
bodies, world of water
streams, rivers, waterfalls, oceans

spiritual, physical
water cleanses inside out
bodies, world, of water
rain, ice, snow, hail, deluge

water cleanses inside out
hydrates and balances me
rain, ice, snow hail, deluge
just water nourishes me