“Bells”
We were like magnets,
Pulled together by one pole,
Flung apart by the other.
Somehow returning, turning
Together.
-KJM
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Saturday, July 8, 2023
At th Boston MFA
At the Boston MFA French Film Festival.
Always feel at home here.
I used to hook school and hang out here on particularly bad days.
They alway let me in. “No school today”, I’d say if questioned by the guards. I could be convincing and no one ever turned me away.
Went for Monet Haystacks and Sargent portraits.
And of course, the Mummies.
Monday, June 5, 2023
Mezza Mezza
Changes bring chances, he said
The door knob sprang off
during a springtime nap-dream.
Walk on by - thanks for asking.
Sunday, February 12, 2023
Cauldron
Rising up from a place
not seen, heard or loved.
A real melting in the dark,
in the falling rain ☔
Falling.
Never seen again.
Oh no.
© Karen Joyce
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Friday, January 28, 2022
I Dream of Being Home
I dream of being home
and loving the sky,
the anonymous neighbor,
the community garden.
Of being right where I
need to be to feel
at home.
© Karen Joyce
June 11, 2021
Hai Coo Coo
Hai Coo Coo, Princely
Star Kat bemused; patiently
Reminds, renews us.
© Karen Joyce
January, 2022
Raconteur
Racket player stretched
So thin, invisible. When,
Where will it break you?
© Karen Joyce
January, 2022
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Einfall
Trap door.
"Do not drift into despair"
Rather says.
Nexus.
Moments of clarity,
moments of despair
moments of hope.
Reprieve.
There's something next
Nirvana.
© Karen E. Joyce 2021
Friday, August 6, 2021
August Delta
More than half-way in
to the second Covid year
Dream of rusty parts,
caked, round, metal, hollow, grim.
The planet reels.
The conductor punches time.Hurried, then slows. Grace?
At rest, fear returns
My final companion:Then scuttles off leaving painAs its calling card.
A hungry, black cat.
© Karen E. Joyce 2021
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