Four Poems

 

by Wynne Huddleston

 

 

 

 

rEvolution of Love

 

love

reverie

ale

oil

lover

revelry

role

revolve

 

vole

rivalry

rile

vie

lie

roil

evil

vile

 

over

very

leave

levy

ail

vary

evolve

 

 

 

 

 

kNOT

 

WE were

NOt

MEant to

be;

NO We

wERE

NoThiSEXperIment.

 

You had not a Sent-

Amen-tal BReATh;

 

unBEARable, non-

senseABLE

in SINcere, yOUR

words—POISon

WEapONs

 

IN AN EXpert-ly tIed

WEiRd kNOT

Hard to mAKE

not.

 

 

 

 

Forgiveness

 

is a long-stemmed rose, a road that I decide I must travel.

Up

the

steep,

green,

eternal

trail I

climb.

                             —Each thorn

                                                    pierces

                                                                  my feet—

until I

can’t

hold

onto

                               —the heavy

suitcase

                                                               any lon

                                                      I                     g

                                                     let                     e

                                                   it go.                     r—

Free at last,

I move faster,

and soon I reach

the blood-red flower, go

inside it, explore the layers

of petals, breathe in the sweet

perfume. I drink the refreshing

red nectar deep within the cup.

And here I finally

find peace,

rest.

 

 

 

 

 

Baseball: A Game of Opposites

 

Baseball, the game

Americans love, is loaded with

opposites: Two teams opposed, one

in dark clothes, one in light. The game

allows us to exercise our minds, our hopes

and dreams; it provides catharsis in moments

of suspense, the slow-fast pace, of pitching or

catching, of infield and outfield jobs. You can

be a child’s hero or a steroid-using villain, get

a strike, or a hit; get a walk or a run, in the top

or the bottom, you’re either safe or “you’re

out!” Hang your head; take  a bow.

You can curse or thank God, if

you win or you lose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wynne Huddleston is a music teacher, a member of the Mississippi Poetry Society and a board member of the Mississippi Writers Guild.  Her poetry has been, or will be published in Birmingham Arts Journal, Southern Women’s Review, Emerald Tales, Camroc Press Review, Raven Chronicles, Gemini Magazine, Mississippi Poetry Journal, THEMA, Battered Suitcase, Short, Fast, and Deadly, The Mom Egg, Halfway Down the Stairs and Calliope Nerve.  She is online at Wynne Huddleston’s Poetry Blog.