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Eclipse by Anne Westlund

Eclipse
by Anne Westlund

Darkness at mid-day
The birds quiet
The streetlights go on.

Told not to look
Could blind a person.

The sun
Peeking out behind the moon.

Just a game of hide n’ seek
Hoping, always hoping
I’ll be found.

I look
Not blinded
Not content
To look through plastic.

In former centuries
This event would mark
Revolutions
And civic unrest.

Now just a cosmic blip.

I was 10.

Anne Westlund is enrolled in a Masters Program for Interfaith Studies. She lives in Western Washington, near the coast, with her family and cat, Betty Boop. Six of her poems have been published in Lifelines by the Poetic Muselings, published by Inkspotter Publishing. Five of her poems and three of her photographs have been published in the first Restoration Earth Journal published by Ocean Seminary College. Please visit the Poetic Muselings group blog at: http://poetic-muselings.net/

White-out by Anne Westlund

White-out
by Anne Westlund

In a blinding snowstorm
I can’t see more than two feet ahead of me
or two feet behind
fingers and toes frostbitten,
forgot my coat.

Alone.

How did I get here?
In my robe, slippers and pajamas,
now frosted with white.

I stumble along,
wishing I was somewhere warm and safe.

Only finding
snow.

Anne Westlund is enrolled in a Masters Program for Interfaith Studies. She lives in Western Washington, near the coast, with her family and cat, Betty Boop. Six of her poems have been published in Lifelines by the Poetic Muselings, published by Inkspotter Publishing. Five of her poems and three of her photographs have been published in the first Restoration Earth Journal published by Ocean Seminary College. Please visit the Poetic Muselings group blog at: http://poetic-muselings.net/

Chivalry by Anne Westlund

Chivalry
by Anne Westlund

Do you see me?
Do you even see me, standing here?
I have needs.
Worse, I have wants,
that are not getting met.

I wanted it yesterday,
a year ago.

Do I wear the Christian mantle too well?
In my blood, I’m Pagan.

This can’t wait.
Politeness sucks.

I fall on my own sword
day after day.

All you do is offer me your
clean white handkerchief.

Anne Westlund is enrolled in a Masters Program for Interfaith Studies. She lives in Western Washington, near the coast, with her family and cat, Betty Boop. Six of her poems have been published in Lifelines by the Poetic Muselings, published by Inkspotter Publishing. Five of her poems and three of her photographs have been published in the first Restoration Earth Journal published by Ocean Seminary College. Please visit the Poetic Muselings group blog at: http://poetic-muselings.net/

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