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Gloria Druss: 6 Poems
copyright 2010
The Ladies Who Lunch
The ladies who lunch
get together on birthdays
to catch-up with
what’s been going on.
We dissect movies
and rip politicians;
argue current events
and revisit past ones.
We split the bill three ways
no matter who ate or drank more.
It may not be fair to the others,
but it’s easier to compute.
October’s birthday is Freddy’s;
November’s was Emily’s.
This fall the ladies will still lunch,
but the bill will be split in half.
THE WEED
At the end of the garden
there was a weed.
This was something
I didn’t need.
Be gone, foul being,
I heard myself say.
Do not venture back
on another day.
So I took my clippers
and with one snip,
I sent the weed
on a goodbye trip.
Once the deed was done,
I didn’t keep track.
But a couple weeks later,
the weed was back.
I couldn’t use poison.
I’m not that kind.
Then a great idea
came into my mind.
I re-planted the weed.
It was not very hard.
No, not in my garden;
in my neighbor’s yard!
Reservoir Springtime, a Triversen
Leaving their parents
young lovers leap
into adulthood.
Their lust leads
to danger on the
road to romance.
Others appear
to steer them safely
on the right path.
Emboldened, young
couples come together
at water’s edge.
Passersby peer
at the spectacle
of unhindered sex.
Who amongst us
dares deny a
toad his love life?
I ONCE HAD A LIFE
It suited me.
Nothing fancy,
you understand,
but I liked it that way.
Working worked for me;
retirement can’t.
What I did mattered;
those days are gone
I look for new interests.
Sometimes I find them;
more often not.
I don’t enjoy
waiting for something to happen;
it’s not pro-active
But it’s my reality today.
SASHI IN HER NEW HOME
Little Shih Tzu
rescue
came through my
doorway
shy and scared
until
sleeping took her
over.
SASHI AT THE SNOWY PARK
Looking at her
jumping
black and white
puppy
snow bank still
standing
all white puppy
The ladies who lunch
get together on birthdays
to catch-up with
what’s been going on.
We dissect movies
and rip politicians;
argue current events
and revisit past ones.
We split the bill three ways
no matter who ate or drank more.
It may not be fair to the others,
but it’s easier to compute.
October’s birthday is Freddy’s;
November’s was Emily’s.
This fall the ladies will still lunch,
but the bill will be split in half.
THE WEED
At the end of the garden
there was a weed.
This was something
I didn’t need.
Be gone, foul being,
I heard myself say.
Do not venture back
on another day.
So I took my clippers
and with one snip,
I sent the weed
on a goodbye trip.
Once the deed was done,
I didn’t keep track.
But a couple weeks later,
the weed was back.
I couldn’t use poison.
I’m not that kind.
Then a great idea
came into my mind.
I re-planted the weed.
It was not very hard.
No, not in my garden;
in my neighbor’s yard!
Reservoir Springtime, a Triversen
Leaving their parents
young lovers leap
into adulthood.
Their lust leads
to danger on the
road to romance.
Others appear
to steer them safely
on the right path.
Emboldened, young
couples come together
at water’s edge.
Passersby peer
at the spectacle
of unhindered sex.
Who amongst us
dares deny a
toad his love life?
I ONCE HAD A LIFE
It suited me.
Nothing fancy,
you understand,
but I liked it that way.
Working worked for me;
retirement can’t.
What I did mattered;
those days are gone
I look for new interests.
Sometimes I find them;
more often not.
I don’t enjoy
waiting for something to happen;
it’s not pro-active
But it’s my reality today.
SASHI IN HER NEW HOME
Little Shih Tzu
rescue
came through my
doorway
shy and scared
until
sleeping took her
over.
SASHI AT THE SNOWY PARK
Looking at her
jumping
black and white
puppy
snow bank still
standing
all white puppy
Biographical Note for Gloria Druss: I’m a former promotion writer at The Inquirer, an advertising agency copywriter and creative services manager in Sunoco Marketing who is retired. I’ve published short stories and written poetry for years for friends and in my work, but now I’m doing it for me.
I love and have animals – currently a puppy mill rescue dog and a former stray cat – and am involved in animal welfare organizations for both domestic and wild animals. My other concerns are the environment and women’s issues.
I also love movies and theater, baseball and basketball. (I followed the Eagles for 49 years until they put a dog killer on the team.) I enjoy dining with friends, arguing politics and sports, and reading.
I was in Main Line School Night’s poetry class the last two semesters and look forward to returning this fall, to revisit all the wonderful poets who inhabit it and listen to their wonderful poems.
I love and have animals – currently a puppy mill rescue dog and a former stray cat – and am involved in animal welfare organizations for both domestic and wild animals. My other concerns are the environment and women’s issues.
I also love movies and theater, baseball and basketball. (I followed the Eagles for 49 years until they put a dog killer on the team.) I enjoy dining with friends, arguing politics and sports, and reading.
I was in Main Line School Night’s poetry class the last two semesters and look forward to returning this fall, to revisit all the wonderful poets who inhabit it and listen to their wonderful poems.
