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Loretta Diane Walker

Eyes Forward – A Poem by Loretta Diane Walker

Eyes Forward

Morning is tired and sagging,
waiting for noon.
In fifteen minutes, it will rest
until tomorrow.
In fifteen minutes, a fresh batch of faces
will stir in the school’s cafeteria
where the aroma of pepperoni pizza
seeps in the skin.

I watch children enter in a crooked line,
dragging hunger with them.
Emma watches, too.
Her six-year old smile is a beacon
of delight and pale blue eyes are like a telescope
focused in the distance.
Miss Walker, you know that boy Keatyn in fourth grade?
He’s my future boyfriend.

Words cannot swim their way out through the stream
of laughter flowing in my stomach.
I cast my gaze like a net in the direction
of her intended catch.

His nine year old face is kind,
riddled with early signs of handsomeness,
clueless hands stained with pizza sauce.

He eats his lunch with the vigor of a warrior,
but he is prey, caught in the trap
of a huntress who can barely tie her shoes.

 

 

This poem also appears in Loretta Diane Walker’s book Word Ghetto published by Bluelight Press.

 

 

About the Poet:
Loretta Diane Walker won the 2016 Phyllis Wheatley Book Award for poetry, for her collection, In This House. She is a five time Pushcart nominee. She has published three collections of poetry. Her manuscript Word Ghetto won the 2011 Bluelight Press Book Award. She teaches music in Odessa, Texas.  Loretta received a BME from Texas Tech University and earned a MA from The University of Texas of the Permian Basin.

 

 

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Lunch Proposal – A Poem by Loretta Diane Walker

Lunch Proposal 

Humility is limp,
impotent as blanks in a musket
when she shoots to her seven year old feet.

Her sky faded eyes are softer than candlelight,
but there is no timidity
in her Mars colored cheeks.

She abandons her lunch, flattens her hands
on the table and does not leave room
for race or age, gender or station when she asks,
Miss Walker, will you marry me?

I’ve eaten more laughter than tears
after teaching twenty-eight years.
I take another bite of it,
disguise what I am chewing.
“No, I can’t marry you. I am too old.”

Seven years have made her determination
strong like the Golden Gate’s crimson legs.
We can work this out and have a baby name Bob.

How I wish we could work things out—
war, famine, poverty, differences.
Hate, harsh words, and cruelty
would fizzle like Alka-Seltzer.

We cannot put these dark things in a glass,
pour them in the Mississippi’s muddy shoes.
Nor can I be her wife.

She sees only the simplicity of love.
I will take her light, lock it in the cabinet
next to my desk and leave the key dangling
for the world to grab hold.

This poem also appears in Loretta Diane Walker’s book Word Ghetto  published by Bluelight Press.

About the Poet:
Loretta Diane Walker won the 2016 Phyllis Wheatley Book Award for poetry, for her collection, In This House. She is a five time Pushcart nominee. She has published three collections of poetry. Her manuscript Word Ghetto won the 2011 Bluelight Press Book Award. She teaches music in Odessa, Texas.  Loretta received a BME from Texas Tech University and earned a MA from The University of Texas of the Permian Basin.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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