Moth Man, a poem by Nia Simone
Is your fear of the light
because of this –
it is fire
and your heart
a thin wing of chitin?
Do you huddle in the alley
thinking you disguise
your beautiful,
human face
with grime?
I behold you there,
in the shadows.
The light in your eyes
you think no one can see
through crusty, leftover sleep.
You are mistaken there,
Human Being,
You can’t avoid the light,
It is within
You.
March 2013 © Nia Simone
Morning thoughts, a poem by Nia Simone
The Presence of the Tree
My computer glasses make me nearsighted
they dim what I can see beyond my computer screen
but when I gaze over their tops I see many leaves
upon a graceful tumult of branches.
Among the leaves moves the breeze
visible only by the presence of the tree.
© Nia Simone, 2/10/13
Flowers
Monday memories of Friday night, Santana Row, San Jose California
The night is young:
Half-yard beers at The Yardhouse:
Friends, waitress, food!
Spicy tuna “roll” (more like a torte):
Garlic noodles with shitake mushrooms (bottom) and kung pao calamari (top):
Shepherding the shepherds:
Simple and elegant:
The night ripens:
Finishing the novel, a poem by Nia Simone
Finishing the novel
feels wonderful.
But –
dust coats the stereo
receipts fill a bag
taxes lie in wait
the kitchen floor
lurks.
Where is my desk?
Forget all this!
Start another
novel!
March 9, 2013 © Nia Simone
Nicci Carrera 