Epoch - A Poem

Time has a way of skimming
      souls, exposing the raw
wracked and burdened

a way of humbling egos,

slowly withering to a self
barely recognizable
except when smiling

hulling like a plane,
thinly
      surfacing a ship-wrecked
past of heart-laden words
laying upon rocks, forever
stranded

baring the wounded driver
careening down one way streets
that leads back to alleyways
of perpetual dead-endedness

the mermaids call, and as in old,
the sailors heed and are lead to doom,
desolation and despair,

Time has a way of tolling,

of moving you closer than farther
as you float to and fro,

of awakening you to the
potential of promise,

and as each day passes,
what ceases to be.

By Mary E. Lohan

Trump Inauguration Jan 20, 2017 - A Trump Presidency Poem

"When you open your heart to Patriotism, there is no room for prejudice."
- President Donald J. Trump

We have come
the under-estimated, forgotten,
      awakened,
to bear witness before Lincoln

a nation rebirthing

under a pyrotechnic display
on this, our most hallowed
national ground,

where walked our
fore fathers --
the tempo builds

amid fanfare
trumpeting a new day
of Patriotism,

standing shoulder
to shoulder
one country, all citizens,
shall rise.

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

Notebook - A Poem (2002)

Silver rings
   spiraling
holding leaves
   and lines,
a spine.

By Mary E. Lohan 

The Coming Fall (2000) - A Poem

I sway on the swing --
lush grass, crests of leaves
on the shuddering trees
soothe me.

By Mary E. Lohan