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Lylanne Musselman

The Quiet One – A Poem by Lylanne Musselman

The Quiet One
by Lylanne Musselman

Shy like me, there was
something in the way
you moved, George,
as you stood dead center
between Paul and John
all those years ago.

I went “woo” over your
brown eyes and got my
mind set on you, while
others were going crazy about
Paul or John, even Ringo.

All things must pass:
I’m not young anymore,
and you’ve gone on
to meet my sweet Lord.
If I’d faithfully kept up lessons,
I would play My Guitar Gently Weeps.

 

About the Poet:  Lylanne Musselman is an award-winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indiana. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, The Tipton Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, Rose Quartz Magazine, and The Ekphrastic Review, among others, and many anthologies. Musselman is the author of five chapbooks, including the recent Red Mare 16 (Red Mare Press, 2018), a co-author of the volume of poetry, Company of Women New and Selected Poems, (Chatter House Press, 2013) and author of the new full-length poetry collection, It’s Not Love, Unfortunately (Chatter House Press, 2018).

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Gathering Grandma – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

Gathering Grandma

A child of the Great Depression,
grandma became an adult
who stocked up on paper towels,
toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and
flour by the pound, even
those braided multi-colored area rugs.

Her upstairs bedrooms,
once occupied by her two children,
became overrun with piles of
those items – on the beds, under
the beds, on dressers, in dresser
drawers and mounds scattered
all around the hardwood floors.

Never missing a sale, she couldn’t
have used all she hoarded
if she lived 100 years.
We used to tease her
about her cluttered upstairs collection,

us grandchildren, at her house, taught
to use toilet paper sparingly,
unless in public bathrooms, where we always
were to cover up those unsanitary seats,
to ration paper towel squares to dry
our grabby hands, to re-use
small Dixie Cups, our initials
marked on the bottoms,
until they were pulp.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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April in Indiana – A poem by Lylanne Musselman

April in Indiana

Squall clouds romp and rumble east,
flashing memories of the root cellar

located in my grandparent’s back yard.
An underground bunker born out of fright

from Palm Sunday tornadoes in 1965.
I remember the static on our transistor radio:

Petulia Clark’s “Downtown” voice interrupted
by constant bleeps of tornado warnings,

appropriately, “Down in the Boondocks” broke in
as we descended into that damp root cellar,

birthing its own fright: water rushing in ankle deep,
flooding a tunnel that echoed a dank and dark tomb,

us dodging camel crickets that leapt sideways off walls;
overhead, daddy longlegs dropped and dangled,

and brooding thunder thumped the ground,
expelling uneasy gasps into the electric air.

 

 

About the Poet:
Lylanne Musselman is an award winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indianapolis, IN. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, Poetry Breakfast, The New Verse News, Ekphrastic Review, and Rat’s Ass Review, among others, and many anthologies.  In addition, Musselman has twice been a Pushcart Nominee. She is the author of three chapbooks, with a fourth forthcoming, Weathering Under the Cat, from Finishing Line Press. She also co-authored Company of Women: New and Selected Poems (Chatter House Press, 2013).

 

 

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.

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