Two new poems by Nancy Scott. Feel the color!
A BLIND WRITER COLORS
Sunday is brown
seeds of reading and TV, eating
too much and calling long distance.
Monday is white
space for lists and ledgers, guilts
and promises of the busy and brave.
Tuesday is black
ink and thinking
even if your computer talks.
Wednesday is orange
flame of waiting and impatience.
Thursday is red
accounting for cross-outs and surprise
or blue accounting for not understanding
Friday is green
pay-off and fruit
for all to see
Saturday is pink or purple or yellow
depending on whim or preference
AUTUMN AIR for Carole
Poets know fall sounds clearest.
We hear geese fly—
skeins of high, V-shaped leaving
even through closed windows.
Half-time bands reverb
off houses we’ve lived in for years,
defining solidity and reminding
that drums can be heard from a distance.
Leaves crunch and schoolchildren run,
lured by night sounds and atmosphere.
I thought I alone
heard one autumn cricket sing
beyond my screen
until you wrote
your late-October soloist.
Do these solitary minstrels
favor poets’ yards
or is this chance or curse
heard by anyone listening
for muffled, crack-crystal winter?
Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is a blind essayist and poet. Her over 600 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries. An essayist and poet, she has published three chapbooks. She won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest. Recent work appears in Breath and Shadow, Contemporary Haibun Online, and Stone Voices.