Thursday, April 9, 2015

Donal Mahoney- Three Poems

A Critic Comes to Dinner

I told my guest
it’s just a poem
doesn't mean a thing

a salad tossed 
with colors bright
while listening to 

piccolos of
wrens and robins
overcome by spring

Seasons of the Year

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie,
life gets better, life gets worse.
We’re no different than

the seasons of the year except
we’re luckier than most having 
lived our lives in summer.

We're falling now among
the leaves of autumn 
and we have winter yet 

to face with ice and snow. 
Let’s put the kettle on for tea, 
grab a blanket and stay warm.

We'll light a fire and discover 
if we’re evergreen or tropical  
when spring arrives next year.

Unplanned Parenthood

There’s nothing else to say.
The problem won’t go away.

It will palpitate until
the death of one of them

as with a fetus 
taken from a woman

who needs a little rest
before she puts her makeup on

and takes the bus back to work.
The woman needs the money.

Discussing why this happened
won’t pay her rent.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. 

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