Open Mic Poetry by Sue Miller

try to think about a good time not think about the first seven months she enjoyed the music in the park she just wanted to be with me ...

Junebugs flutter and buzz zapping themselves against the floodlight silhouettes of nearby trees their branches an endless reaching...

the sky wants to toss the lonely half moon like a boomerang so I can catch it and drop it into my tea Is it my eyes or did the moon ...

smoke from fire and southwestern dust paints a wicked veil and smothers my soul orange sherbet sun sinks tucks its creamy tail in...

coconut white fingernail moon rocks darkness sneaks behind a silent mist becomes a buttery sliver splinters back to a crisp alabaster

under my porch light Junebugs waddle and flutter on their backs a Junebug buzzed and wrecked itself into my hair sensored porc...

tangerine sun licks the lemony haze harboring nightfall eggshell moon radiates its aura between the leaves the aged oval moon...

bird on a wire flips its tail wind rushes and bends my willow tree black grackle hops and rushes to water silver bird ...

Siamese cat wanders Searches for holes through the fence To make an entrance Smells the earth, limbs, grass and weeds Tip of its tail wa...

Big Great Dane next door Scared me with head above fence My head about chomped Young grackle can't fly Mean grackle pecks at her h...

Wild wind whips my hair Tosses it into tangles Wearing weird hairdo Rocks surround plant bed Sun droops morning glory leaves Water per...

Mexican Elders Growing like a wild fire Birds hide, take refuge Calico cat walks Between the slats of my fence Happy to see me White...

Who is that girl with crooked short bangs, plastic sunglasses? Her dress striped yellow, blue, pink and white with zig-zag trim. Patte...

I must wait so long for winter to twist into spring spring to roll into summer summer to transform into fall Tell me why ... my days s...

The mystery of entering an unlocked front door of a deserted, New England stone home left me uneasy, intruding on spirits. Closed doors—...

We were lost on a detour driving miles and miles of desolate ranch land. Trees in the distance, one lonely dirt road. Silence prevaile...

I try to keep positive. Worrisome thoughts intrude. What if I drop tomorrow in spite of other plans. Hope for healing-- eliminate pain...

Stiffness in my fingers an arthritic knot in my left thumb bone rubbing on bone cramping, snapping, aching pain, ouches and creaks. Mus...

Dear petite weeping willow -- I have watched your frail, short strands grow to long reaching branches. You are more flexible and stronge...

In my efficiency apartment above a garage on Hadley, I sit on a long bench eating dinner at a white picnic table in my narrow kitchen. ...