Drizzle
Long detested by most,
The drizzle comes down
Upon the once sun soaked
Town amidst Spring Cleaning.
To me a baptism, to drench
Summer into submission,
The perfect waiting game,
As Summer can push and prod
Impatient and imperious
To make frost heaved asphalt
Sizzle and deflate, shimmer
And expel Winter treasure.
The feathered rain remains
Spring’s single defense
Against her fast-paced sibling
Dousing the region in dampness
One half expects a billow of steam
To blanket and clog terrain
Instead clouds collect cotton
Tempered trails of mist
And the cool cloth of condensation
Insists that we revitalize Winter
For one last day.
anna magee (March 24th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/drizzle
anna magee (April 22nd, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/out
February 17th, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/people-pleaser
anna magee (~July 2017)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/central-park-lunch
An opening wound Begging for a beauty scar, Just like her young heart.
anna magee
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2-499019
We took a walk
through Portland lights,
He asked me why
breakups made him feel like a
balloon pressing too close to
a sharp ceiling
He looked at me and smiled
But he didn’t choose me.
At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts
A little too closely to the pain
So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn
And slid into his bed
To warm his body and his brain
But he didn’t choose me.
On rainy nights we jumped in puddles
and talked about the future
in a playground down the street
He told me his dreams
And I told him mine
A shooting star crossed the sky
But he didn’t choose me.
Down the road now a little ways
In a sunny September glaze
He told me he missed me
In the bed in the attic
He cried into my body
And I felt my release
But he didn’t choose me.
He came back again
The weekend after
To drink the devil’s wine
Drunk; a laugh, a kiss
Talk of old times
He said he was sorry
But he didn’t choose me.
Now the summer sun
Is obscured behind buildings
Touching the sky
And he took me to his heart
And gave it all to me
And said if he could go back
And do it all again
He would choose me.
I fought my way into his head
Into his thoughts, into his bed
For so hard and so long
But now that the time had come
All the things inside my head
All the things he’d ever said
Built a wall between him and I
He asked me to choose him.
I chose myself.
anna magee (~ July 2016)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland
~ 2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-gravestones
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Good news is like a good symphony
Close your eyes and listen for hours
The ups and downs of various voices
Monotone or melodic they chime away
Knowledge falling from a fountain
A source unseen and wearily trusted
But it comes so easily from the teeth
That tumble and fall and catch again
A dancer re-footing from a stumble
And off they run from point to point
To one I give a hum and nod
A chorus of opinions from the radio
And on and on the chatter runs
- anna magee (January 7th, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/npr
I have nothing to lose but my wounds.
anna magee
May I change?
May I grow?
May I take this very slow?
May I breathe?
May I see?
May I blossom like a tree?
May I shift?
May I stay?
May I love myself today?
-- A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)
I'm Anna Magee, a sprouting backyard poet! Welcome to my poetry archive! First poetry book: Twenty - A Line a Day, AVAILABLE NOW on Amazon! Commissions are always open for art or poetry!
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