Mist

Into the thick mist
Driving rendered difficult
Turn on the foglights

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Self-Help

Is it subtle self-loathing
self-sabotage
self-destruction
to reset one's alarm to 5pm
instead of 5am?

Oh, help me!

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Joyful despair

Watching the whale,
come up, spray,
and dive again
Sleek black body lifting hugely,
skimming along the surface,
and disappearing with only a fog of spray left to mark it's presence.
Giant and peaceful.
Watching us watching her.

I wonder that the whales don't rise up against us
for all the harm we do the sea and them.

(Over-fishing, hunting, floating garbage islands,
global warming)

And yet, she rises up again, to spray and breath,
and leaves behind a fog of breath.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge
Image Credit:  Liza Lee Miller ©2013 More photos can be found on Flickr.  

Ekphrasis: The Absolutely Naked Fragrance

[Poet's note:  First visit the MOMA site to view the image that inspired my poem.  Ekphrasis poetry is poetry about a work of art.  I chose The Absolutely Naked Fragrance by John McCracken.  I saw this piece at MOMA when I visited New York a couple of years ago.]

The Absolutely Naked Fragrance

Pink plank leaning against the wall.
Shiny pink
Challenging pink
Delicate pink
Soft pink
Strong pink
Wondering pink
Predictive pink
Estee Lauder's Beautiful pink
Ironic pink
Amusing pink.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Sweet

I am aware
as I awake
that the day is alight.

I believe I will arise.

Or I could asnuggle back in and be asleep some more.

Sundays are sweet.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Being creative

Got together with some if my favorite women and made gorgeous bracelets. So wonderful! 

My bracelet ... 

My sister's work . . . 

My daughter's work . . . 

My mother-in-law's work 

Finished project . . . 

My reward . . . 

The Other Night

Sitting in the darkened hall
(standing room only audience who whispered clever bon mots under their breath)
watching a man, stand, and simply
read
poems
and talk
about poems
Damn, I thought.  Damn.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge