The Greyhaired Raggedy Man He was down on one knee staring intently at the lock on my apartment door. This raggedy man, locksmith, who had grilled me on the telephone about my lost keys. I was annoyed and irritated. I came up the stairs each one drew me closer. After I reached the third-floor landing, […]
Tag: Poetry
Heavenly
The scent of this morning’s Fresh plucked Magnolia blossom Fills the room tonight. One of my favorites… One I cannot explain to my own satisfaction, Much less to another. Tonight, I am reminded of the first time I smelled Magnolia and how the adrenaline swelled through my body while Angels infused the air. Spring. Charleston. […]
Mary did you know?
Nativity raisedBathed in soft blue light, I ask, " Mary, did you know!" Nancilynn Saylor 8 December 2017
A Longing for Thoreau
I hold fast to my walking stick as I leave the beaten path to follow my own trail Into only partially familiar woods. There is a part of me that hunkers down Here, within the gloom of autumn or later, the promise of spring Tilt back my head Shake my mane and Sniff the air. […]
Another broken morning
They did not know when they brushed their teeth and washed their Sunday morning faces … To join with their friends in worshipTo be in a house of the Lord As they filed into their small whiteunassuming, country church greeting each other with smiles on a bright Central Texas dayMen shaking handsWomen nodding to one […]
“Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere”
"Your hair is like mums,"Words murmured fifty years pastToday, mums remind. ©Nancilynn Saylor15 October 2017
End of the innocence
I miss the freedoms we knew/When we were still young/ Scales covered our eyes. © Nancilynn Saylor12 0ctober 2017
Warnings always came in whispers
Warnings always came in whispers Don’t Go Stop Stay Please No Yes Help Hush Wait Whispered warning signs of dread Breathed in silence in my head I still hear the silent screams in restless nightmares of my dreams Mother’s whispers through the mist Across eternities abyss Don’t Go Stop Stay Please No Yes Help Hush […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 