BEEN THERE

Morning Poem #6

by Wanda Phipps

groggy voice

hangover head

phone rongs

work call

money writing

muddled thoughts

adrenaline rush

hands clutch

power book

pauses come 

rapid doubts

make calls

take notes

ming push

fear waits

 photo via: the beginning.

Morning Poem #43

Wanda Phipps (1960 - present)
(is on Facebook & Myspace)

I close my eyes
and there it is
a concrete walkway
leading out of a
small village
hugging the sides
of a green green
tree filled mountainside
and to the right
a pipe railing
paited the color
of oxidized metaland even firther
to my right
a small beach
costline-an ocean
all under a pale blue sky
all there when my eyelids
close and the shutters open