EVIE IVY

LOOKING AT THE MOON IN 4 CINQUAINS

I
Didn’t
know the moon was
for taking – have always
looked from afar. You think you can
pull it,

place it
on your sugar
cone, then walk away with
it. And in my nightmares I see
myself

searching
in an empty
navy sky. And you would
have taken the most perfect thing
I know

And I
would be running
after you to put it
back, caught screaming “the moon – my moon –
my moon!”

CRUMPLED SONNET

I cannot comprehend how you commenced,
From where in my heart the beginning foamed
To a fountain of such false inspiration.
A sonnet would have been too beautiful,
Too sweet and tamed for you, but for me – joyful.
You didn’t want to be the brief haiku;
Of truth and nature you were no confection,
To have been brief would’ve been too kind of you.
You wished to be free verse and flow as pleased,
But in order, sequence have you flowed!
Now as I sit among crumpled paper
I realize that when you words firs showed
I should not have care, or have been stricken,
Yet, you were the sonnet I should’ve written.

ANYWHERE
(An Old Business Card)

On back of a yellowed printers calling card
from eighteen- eighties South Brooklyn city-world,
a scripted message remains. Love defends
itself, “You are wrong, meet me anywhere,”
Love declares – “If I don’t convince you, I will
give you up.” The message goes on, “Meet me
anywhere, at home or any place you
may name..” A heart may not be swayed by words
yet someone did preserve this card on back
of a yellowed card from eighteen – eighties
Brooklyn city-world, a message remains
as crisp as if it had been written this day
by Cupid’s very arrow, “Meet me…” Love
declares, “and I’ll convince you…I am right.”