Stanzaic Stylings

I Believe in Trees Those silent citadels standing against long nights of wind and cold. Broken willow bramble scratches a pale sky after yesterday’s ice storm. Each spring small buds blossom as bugs and butterflies orbit boughs. Green new leaf fits your hand so perfectly. The future lies in your palm. Birds reciting litany in woods. Each rainfall the forest  grows taller, more verdant. Summer afternoons…trees sashay in sunshine showing off their emerald gowns. Winds sway maple branches. Leaves drop like butterflies falling to the warm earth. Red yellow brown carpets of crunchy foliage spread over roads welcoming us. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane P...

Effective Immediately I want to become an Ambassador for Rain! Why the bad image? Birds love rain.  Tweeting through dry spells for water. They flutter from leaf to bud for a sip. It’s super creative… feeding tree roots, wild flowers. Without rain…no blessed blue lakes, rivers, streams. Open your eyes.  Rain clings  to window panes, miniature globes of splendor.  Listen as pitter pattering skips over rooftops. Consider your thirst for  liquid pleasures. Gather up in green reverie. Dance barefoot on this emerald earth joining me in jubilant chorus. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title...

Angel I want to make an angel in the snow though I am old for that sort of thing. That is something I have never done.  A woman from Vermont told me about it. Nobody made slush angels in Brooklyn…unheard of… with no meadows to angel in. We just threw hard packed snowballs at each other  sliding over icy streets. Now I will take my pick of snow.  Find a perfect field of that lush white stuff. I will lay down on a cool bed flapping my arms up and down to make sacred patterns. Yes, I will angel away over and over until finally I fly off to heaven. Want to wing it with me? Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. ...

SeaScape  I Hearing waves from a distance and feeling sea breezes brush our faces, it seemed a century before we came to the ocean. So blue and bright to our eyes its rhythm broke chains of unremarkable days. Over cool sand we ran and you picked three perfect shells which fit inside each other.  Swimming away in that moving expanse below kiss of fine spray and splashes. With clouds cumulus we drifted while gulls circled the island.  Together we discovered beds of morning glories climbing soft dunes. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations....