Gravel Paths

Gravel lines the paths

of my neurons.

texture organic, it sounds

as if my woes

are cracking out

of speckled memory eggs.

some of the past

will cackle right away

while others will sway

to the smile melody

dancing on my lips.

my belly brain cupboard

is sorted, can to box,

plastic to tin.

silence in the dark,

the unfolding of me 

into this day,

drags thoughts

into a new rhythm. 

I know that now,

there are two aitches

in rhythm.

M. Flannery

June 2025

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Conversation Pathways

There are paths to clear,

words, eyebrows askew, smiles

paving moments with faults

and skills we ignore

until the conversation is over.

Did you hear what he said?

Her bucket of bad memories

hangs from the fence post.

Let us chat and laugh

about the weather.

M. Flannery

May 2025

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Between posting, the time that passes feels old, worn and weary. I need a refresh.

I’ve had thoughts about searching for an attitude to take me through Spring cleaning and the side projects (that will make me pleased when they are done). Writing a poem, no matter the length, was the start of my search. Looking toward summer is easy as today is very sunny. Those thoughts bring me to think about being outdoors, chatting in passing with folks. 

Whala! A poem. 

As It Goes

This poetry blog receives very few visitors. One place links to this blog, Salty Pumpkin Studio.

In all the years posting poetry online, here and my Hasopen Road Poetry (10 years plus), blog on Wordpress, the visitor counts have not been more than a very few, if any, in a week. 

Without active promotion, activity on poetry websites and blogs or a well known person posting a comment or about the poems online, I believe, poetry blogs like mine will never gain much attention.

It is not because of bad poetry*. Folks apparently aren’t into poets that don’t promote their poetry well enough to be noticed. .

Is it worth it to continue posting my poems?

Yes because one person reading what I write is good enough for me..

Thank you for visiting

*Not all my poems are bad. (although some do make me cringe.)