Poetry « Sandra Heska King

More Than Enough

By Sandra, on May 15th, 2012%

“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

“I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.”

“You mean you can’t take less,” said the Hatter.
“it’s very easy to take more than nothing.”

More Than Enough

always more

. . . → Read More: More Than Enough

In Which I Cultivate My Wild Side–Or Not

By Sandra, on April 17th, 2012%

Someone landed on my blog the other day when they searched for “Hoosier cabinet.”

I doubt they found what they were looking for. That short little post was written in response to L.L. Barkat’s suggested writing exercise from God in the Yard to play with words.

In the section on “Habits” from her newest book, Rumors of Water, she . . . → Read More: In Which I Cultivate My Wild Side–Or Not

Still Saturday: Breathe with Joy

By Sandra, on April 14th, 2012%

Yet these sweet sounds of the early season,

And these fair sights of its sunny days,

Are only sweet when we fondly listen,

And only fair when we fondly gaze.

There is no glory in star or blossom,

Till looked upon by a loving eye;

There is no . . . → Read More: Still Saturday: Breathe with Joy

I’m Afraid to Read Ann Voskamp

By Sandra, on April 11th, 2012%

“What are you hiding?” She asked.

I stared at her. “What do you mean?” (It probably really came out like “Whaddayamean?”)

I’d been transcribing reports for Heidi, a rehabilitation nurse, for several months.

“I tell you about my family, stuff I’m doing, but you never tell me anything about you. It’s like you’re in the Mafia or something.”

I was . . . → Read More: I’m Afraid to Read Ann Voskamp

Are We Crazy?

By Sandra, on March 14th, 2012%

Absolutely free!

But it can cause worse damage

yellow lace, age spots

from rusting.

Drives you a little crazy.

Rust–one of the toughest stains,

but all you really need

is the safer substitute,

a splash of something.

Swish!

A sweeter smelling way,

a . . . → Read More: Are We Crazy?

To Greet the God in Me

By Sandra, on March 7th, 2012%

Within the fence I limp

searching for my soul

past faded cones and

seeds still clinging to the tree

past algaed walls and

rubbled piles of loss

and buried dreams

a grendeled past

of fear

and shame.

And though I wear

the helmet of . . . → Read More: To Greet the God in Me

Sweet Red Symphony

By Sandra, on February 28th, 2012%

Love whispers petals

crushed on tongues of salty grief

that bleed a sweet red symphony

and rises on the wings of hope.

Words would just not come this month for Tweetspeak Poetry’s February prompt of red. So today I played with magnetic words and came up with these . . . → Read More: Sweet Red Symphony