I'm Not One to Question God - Poem

I'm not one

to question God

after all,

against the odds

you found me

lured me with

your charm

..I can't help

but get lost

in your arms

think of you

from afar,

I know you

have doubts

while I have faith,

I guess,

it comes down to

"What are the odds?"

but really,

I'm not one

to question God

and everything is but

a breath in space.

by Mary E. Lohan

Bissjon (Lovanger, Sweden) - A Poem

By happenstance,
I am here
beneath this forever sky
that stretches
beyond memory

candy pink haze
vanilla and blue hues
of light until dusk

a yellow cottage
sits at the gate
of this quaint hamlet

purchased from
the quiet dairy farmer
who tends to the lengths
of land and hay

happenstance
has plucked me,

from the bustle
of New York
and dropped me here
at the Northern most
reaches of the Earth

closer to the Mongols
than ever before

We drive to the market
foraging for food
amongst the foreign
letters and staples  --

sandwich cakes topped
with seafood are a sight
to behold

English is a visitor
that comes and goes

We pay for bags
and jump into the
rented Volvo that
runs for miles upon miles
on diesel

travel over
smooth, perfect
highway roads
guarded by
camera traffic
"eyes"

pines line the way
abound like skyscrapers
in a huge city

they fall away
to expose an expanse
of farmland

the sky
looming large, vast
and limitless

in winter
these roads are
refuges from the
swaths of snow drifts
that engulf feet and legs
with a crunch

in spring
these wildflower
lined paths take you
through emerald
and gold seas
straight to the
gate of
Oz.

By Mary E. Lohan

Flick - A Poem

Too tired
to write
to a flea.

By Mary E. Lohan

After He Signs the Divorce Papers (2011) -- A Poem

"It's over,"
he sobs
into the phone,
his mid-aged
voice crackling,

"And all
she cares about
is how much
she gets
and all I want is
for someone to
hold my hand
to care about me."

The next day,
he spots her car
runs over,
pulls the EZ pass
out of her window,

Tells her
"And go find
your own
health coverage too!"

"What are you doing?"
she yells, mouth
left agape.

Walking away,
he responds,

pass held high,
his back to her:

"Moving on!"

By Mary E. Lohan

Rise of the Detractors - Trump Presidency Feb 2017 - Poem

About those who propagate Fake News

We are used
to the definition
of Patriot

one who protects the ship
at all costs
even if the cost is life

but now,
there are insurgents
amongst us

detractors
belittlers
back-biters

those who look like us
dress like us,
but are not like us

who'd rather
fill the boat with water
or gauge the boat with holes

claiming to inform

because of them, by and large,
we are divided amongst ourselves

friend against friend
kin against kin
more vulnerable to the foe.

By Mary E. Lohan