Revelation - Poem (From "Four Folded Corners"

girl child hides
in food stamp lines
behind mother's skirt,
     legs,
          coat,

afraid of faces,
     eyes,

studies floors
     tirelessly

holds her mother's hand tighter

     and asks in a whisper
twenty years later

where have all the men
     in this family

gone?

By Mary E. Lohan

Heat - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

Even on these

summer days
when the heat
within and
without stirs
me to move,
I can find
respite in
your eyes --
their tempestuous
pools beckoning
billowy breezes,
spontaneous sun
showers, sweet
wet earth,
relief.

By Mary E. Lohan

Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: #MOMA - A Poem

Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: MOMA - A Poem: Cezanne - Still Life with Apples The sun kindles the sky I dodge the New York suits the anthill scramble of lunchtime, pay the ...

Luggage - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in Galway")

You towed my luggage
with care, without complaint
     up, down, in, out
     up, down, in, out
so easy it seemed
     two cases, two other things

I realize now
     baggage unseen
     is harder to move.


By Mary E. Lohan

Thank You to IAW&A and IAYL

It was fabulous being part of the Irish-American Creative Expo Day 2 at the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Times Square yesterday. Lots of music, poetry, prose, singing and yes, in addition to reading some of my poems, I even put on my dancing shoes!

A wonderful time with some very lovely people. I look forward to the next one!

Onwards and upwards,
Mary   

Later - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A New York Poet in Galway")

One day
when time stops
you may see
footsteps
impressions
long melted away
that diverge
and circle
and ponder anew
their course

you may recall
my face
faintly
our drives through
the countryside
or not,

yet
I will remember
this dull ache
the deepest eyes
the pursing of
your lips
right before
the dawn
of your smile.

By Mary E. Lohan

Life is Not Tidy - A Poem

Life is not tidy

we must forge

a path 

through thickets

and recircle

time and time
again

another day

until
we emerge 

from the maze

amazed.

By Mary E. Lohan

How Poems Come to Me - A Poem

They come to me
     like family,

when I fall out of bed at dawn
     or when I'm drowsy
about to asleep,

half in and out
of this world,

calling to me
     to let them in,
lest I forget,

calling my name
     from some far off place,
"We're coming over,
     we'll be right there!"

And when they arrive,
     it's like they were always
here, like I've never
     known life without them.

By Mary E. Lohan

Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: Young Lovers - A Poem

Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: Young Lovers - A Poem: We were children      naive oblivious,      running without care, reckless      my heart an egg upon your spoon, our legs tethered...

Young Lovers - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

We were children
     naive
oblivious,
     running without care,
reckless

     my heart
an egg upon your spoon,

our legs tethered
     running in some clumsy race
to nowhere

     falling
          hard,
the wiles of youth.

By Mary E. Lohan

The Right - Trump Presidency Poetry Series

We have a saying
in Brooklyn --

If you don't have anything nice to say,
keep it to yourself

The Right is snide
and all about
"my side,"

They point,
"not politically
correct!"

and yet,
their own mouths
askewed
spewing blight

at anyone
who pines
otherwise.

We are a split
nation --

but let's be
honest

there was
always a divide
existing silently
more or less
politely

but now,
we know
where the
line is drawn

and who resides
on which side --
and the gloves
      are off.


By Mary E. Lohan

We Are Here -- A Poem

We are
here,

in these
seconds
we exist,

and in a
moment,

it can
be
taken;

the car
on its
side,

just seconds
ago

halving
a pole

tangled
in wires,

is proof.

By Mary E. Lohan

Period - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

It is here
where I make the mark,
where I put a halt
to all the words that came before,

the rush of letters
that square dance their way into formation
around the numerous
open spaces of the line.

The strength it takes
to make this dot

     and yet,
what a mighty
tiny
blot     of ink.

By Mary E. Lohan

Caught - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners"

There's no fish that equals this catch -

he swims submerged for hours
each minute suspended
     about to break service
hooked
     baited
          broken.

By Mary E. Lohan

Movement - A Poem

When does a movement begin
is it when the cello string bends,
when an arm extends
or when a nerve spurs the need

does it require the collective
or just simply the one?
can it impact the galaxy
without involving the sun?

Experience tells us 
that movement can came as a wave
that bursts on the scene like in a movie
and then suddenly fades. 


By Mary E. Lohan

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Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: Moments - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in ...

Mary E. Lohan ~ Poetry: Moments - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in ...: Each moment suspended eternity is thought, in your eyes I find being Life is never secure walking the precipice we come alon...

Moments - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in Galway")

Each moment
suspended

eternity is
thought

in your eyes
I find being

Life is
never secure

walking the
precipice

we come alone
we go alone

and maybe
one day

we feel
less so

until that too
goes ....

By Mary E. Lohan

Winter's Farewell - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

Snow lines the sill.

I wait
for the bees
to greet
the petite, purple asters
aside my worn, white fence.

I sense the
aching of the dormant trees.

Once sticky pinecones
lay crushed
beneath the evergreens'
brittle, burdened limbs.

By Mary E. Lohan

Love is not.. (From "Two of Cups")

Love is not
        a diamond
        a display
        a wedding

Love is not
        two becoming one
        a perfect fit
        sublime all the time

Love is
       a pure expression
       so utterly simplistic --

Love is kind.


By Mary E. Lohan