(morning tea after)

morning tea after
the morning rain
drop after drop

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(The tree bark gleamed)

The tree bark gleamed
with fresh raindrops as
the squirrel scurried home.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Another Work Poem

I write my best
poems at work on
company stationary
and company time
on rainy Fridays when
all I want to do is
escape to a coffee shop
or bookstore and sip
the day away surrounded
by books, magazines
and literary dreams.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Change Purse

I didn't call you from
the gas station pay phone
like I had planned to
last night. The rain and
lack of coins in my purse
---- changed
the agenda for the car
ride home. It's strange that
something that seemed so
important last year on
September 18
quietly melted into my
Monday evening and marked
a ---- change ---- in my priorites.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

When I Read a Good Poem

I hold
each
word
for a
moment
in my mouth
before
---- moving
on to the next one, like
one
bite
of creme brulee
after
another.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

My Angel

Every morning, I look
at my baby --
so soft; so sweet.
She catches a catnap
while I dress and
style my hair.
Her cuteness compels
me to stop what I'm
doing several times
during my morning
routine to come by
her side, speak
to her in gentle tones
and touch her tummy.
Her silky, black fur
is softer than any
human baby's skin.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(I spent the evening)

I spent the evening
patrolling the kitchen for
gnats to kill by hand.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(Monday morning)

Monday morning
orange and purple sunrise
through the trees

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(morning omen)

morning omen:
the tea bag -- floated
upside
-- down

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(How to Know If You Love Tea)

How to Know If You Love Tea:
You savor the drip
on the outside of the mug.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(fresh tomato slice)

fresh tomato slice
memories from my childhood
a summer garden

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Hands

When I feel the urge to create,
I look down at my hands,
examine my palms,
inspect my fingertips
and smile in wonderment --
for what is not yet here
is about to arrive.
I can't help but wonder
how the Father must feel
when He sits down to create
and another miracle is born.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Keys

When I sit down at the keyboard and punch the keys,
in that moment, I am like Coldplay's Chris Martin --
his fingertips plunking out melodies
and mine plunking out memories.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(first love)

first love --
hard to forget
difficult to remember

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(a tear appeared out)

for Matt

a tear appeared out
of nowhere -- I forgot just
how much I missed him

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(somehow overnight)

for Joanne

somehow overnight
an acquaintance
became a friend

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(life has returned to me)

life has returned to me
like blood to the brain of one
who once -- fell -- breathless

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(He is changing me)

He is changing me
right before
my very eyes

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(ordered my first drink)

ordered my first drink
our band played a set
dinner with Eric, the vegetarian

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(lunch: olive burgers)

lunch: olive burgers
ice cream on the boardwalk
pasta at Porto Bello for dinner

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

(minutes from the beach)

minutes from the beach
home of my alma mater
my coming of age

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Teatime

every sip
every drip
a present
to yourself

watch it steep
inhale deep
stealing moments
for yourself

black, green, white
pure delight
with a friend or
by yourself

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

I Look for You in the Faces of the Strangers that I See at the Club We Use to Frequent

Now that I've had time to heal,
I almost want to see you at
that little bar and grill where
we used to order chicken
fingers and onion rings,
and watch the artists
who played that corner stage.
Ironically, I think I'd smile
if I spotted you at a table
full of friends,
just knowing that you're
okay; that you been able to
move on;
to find laughter again.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall

Shopping

I think of you
when I shop
at the craft store
alone
and remember
all the trips
we took there
together
looking for
beads, Styrofoam
and acrylic paint.
Somehow I feel
a connection to you,
wondering if, perhaps,
you are shopping
at the store
across town
alone,
remembering me.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall