Poetry Contest

Healingly sacred
as vespers chant
ink bleeds onto paper

in no more
than twenty lines

Snow Flower

The only thing I know about her
is that a bus
pressed her like a flower
between black rolling rubber
and salted cement

when I think of her now
I see ruby red petals
falling on snow

Baby Dolls

Several times a year
she traveled home
to buy me shoes
she preferred the T Straps
practical brown leathers
I begged for Baby Dolls
beautiful in black
with grosgrain ribbons
wrapped around my ankles
but it was more than that
after she was gone
it was the mirror
in the patent part
that filled a need
by reflecting us together

Bonnie and Her Father

He brings roses
and silver balloons
places them
beside black marble
and potted pinks - geraniums
before he leaves
he bows his head
to remember
the soft curve of her smile
the way she knitted
mittens for the homeless
how she disappeared
that someone found her
broken - more worn out
than a poor child's toy
everything mourns in Fairlawn

Copyright © 2000 by Dorothy Doyle Mienko

About the Poet

Dorothy Doyle Mienko resides in Grand Rapids, Michigan with her husband. She has no cats! She feels she way overuses the exclamation point, and has been writing poetry since the age of seven. Her first published poetry was in the "Blue Bird Gazette." She is a word collector, and loves the English language above all others. It is her only language, but what a language! Dorothy is published online in several EZines, including Stirring, Late August, Eclipse, Kookamonga Square's Anthology of Poets, and here at the Templar Phoenix Literary Review. She has been a two time Poetry Contest winner at thecriticalpoet.

Website: The Word Archive.

E-Mail: ddm525@home.com

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