(last poem for doug)

  photo © polly macdavid   (last poem for doug)   the sun shined today: the snow melted & ran in little streams down the street.   just a year ago, our love blossomed with the daffodils & grew like grass,   overwhelming us like the scent of wild roses where we made love.   but … Continue reading →

(the queen of cups)

collage © polly macdavid   (the queen of cups)   you must understand sometimes i forget what was or when & almost never actually factually how but this is after all the nature of the business.  the creation of illusion.  drama.  myth. presenting oneself like a scrumptious dish. always on.  never off.  always the queen. … Continue reading →

(the king of cups)

collage © polly macdavid   (the king of cups)   is this love, baby?  or just confusion?  ~ jimi hendrix   another cup of melancholia. voice breaking into waves of emotion. you dream too much.  your eyes see faraway magic.  mysterious places.  many years ago you lived in the future.  now you live in the … Continue reading →

(the kiss)

valentine’s day, 2017, in memory of someone who is no longer with me   you in your truck leaning out the window me on my toes in the shlush © polly macdavid   Continue reading →

(xxi the world)

collage © polly macdavid   (xxi the world) poetry races through me like a blast of cold air off lake erie.    dramatic clouds over white-capped water.  sand & stone & searing exhilaration. i was kidnapped when i was 10 & sold to the gypsies.   now i dance wildly every night & tell fortunes. poetry crackles … Continue reading →

(xx judgement)

collage © polly macdavid   (xx judgement)   day of reckoning.  get off the fence.  take a stand.  make a choice.  wake up.  wake up.  all kinds of possibilities.  renewed hope. making a fresh start.  seeing everything in a new light.  total transformation. discovering true joy.  wake up.  wake up. time to recognize your true … Continue reading →

(autant en emporte le vent)

this is another poem which doesn’t work on WordPress … the blocked format doesn’t work out like I want.  But it’s still a decent poem. (not sure who took this pic)   (autant en emporte le vent)   she  looks    at    the    world   with   impressionistic   eyes     the smell of marijuana        clinging         … Continue reading →