From time to time I post poems I’ve written. (You can find them by scrolling down my sidebar on the right until you get to “Are you looking for a particular TOPIC?” and choosing “Poetry” from the drop-down menu.) Here are some more.
I pictured a roof and walls and windows,
A literal house built in a tree.
Instead, my dad built a floor
Surrounded by a railing,
Benches built into the perimeter.
Salvaged attic stairs granted us easy access.
My brother and I climbed up with books
And peanut butter sandwiches.
We lived there all summer,
Reading, eating, and pretending.
If it didn’t rain too hard,
The massive willow tree kept us dry
Inside its enveloping branches.
It wasn’t my home,
but I felt truly at home there
Kathy’s mother tolerated
what mine would not—
toys and books all over the floor
The house was old and cavernous
a “great room” from early days
double staircases criss-crossed each other
a basement provided secret access when no one was home
it’s gone now
Gone are the parents
who created my best friend
and the friendship is gone, too
I never met you
Mom told me about
Her beloved brother
Violinist and pianist
Bright future ahead
Turned you into a soldier
On the eastern front
Never to return
The gypsy said
You married a Russian girl
And conduct an orchestra
I hope she’s right
Poems © by Andrea R Huelsenbeck