Once,
when we were lovers,
the world stopped
in that moment
when we found
the lost kitten,
just a few weeks old.
We held it together,
our faces touched
as we came in close
to the wonder.
Our breaths
sucked in the same air
as we passed
the softness between our hands
so light and warm.
It squirmed and squealed,
a short distance away,
the mother beckoned.
The world started up
again.
Inspiring, Learning, Connecting: Passionate Poetry from the Heart
Raising the bar on the human experience
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Here's my bio for my poetry reading on Tuesday, April 29 7:00 pm Lyon Bookstore.
Feel free to share this;)
Lisa Anina Berman, M.A, earned her master's degree in English, Creative Writing, as a single mother in her 40s. She has been published in several publications and won 2nd place in the 2013 Chico News & Review Poetry 99 contest . SaltWild is her first book of poetry. It is a collection of lyrical and narrative poetry that follows a path of loss, recovery and redemption. She has begun writing a second book called WetWings
Poetry reading at Lyon Bookstore.
Tuesday April 29, 2014 7:00 p.m.
Bring your friends and family:)
I'd love to see you!
Feel free to share this;)
Lisa Anina Berman, M.A, earned her master's degree in English, Creative Writing, as a single mother in her 40s. She has been published in several publications and won 2nd place in the 2013 Chico News & Review Poetry 99 contest . SaltWild is her first book of poetry. It is a collection of lyrical and narrative poetry that follows a path of loss, recovery and redemption. She has begun writing a second book called WetWings
Poetry reading at Lyon Bookstore.
Tuesday April 29, 2014 7:00 p.m.
Bring your friends and family:)
I'd love to see you!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Orange Slices
One morning, while peeling an orange,
I offered my son a slice. He just looked
at me and said, "I get it, you know,
why you left Dad."
He was 5 when I left his father
6 years ago and no reason I gave was good
enough, in his mind, for me
to break up the family.
Our cat, Blue, walked up
and plopped down in front of us.
We stared at him for a long time.
Finally, my son said, "I guess
what I'm saying is, I don't understand
it, but I get it."
I smiled deep into the mist
and offered him the orange slice
again.
He took it.
That night, in bed, I pulled
the covers up close, to my face,
and breathed deep.
I caught a faint scent
of oranges on my fingers.
I offered my son a slice. He just looked
at me and said, "I get it, you know,
why you left Dad."
He was 5 when I left his father
6 years ago and no reason I gave was good
enough, in his mind, for me
to break up the family.
Our cat, Blue, walked up
and plopped down in front of us.
We stared at him for a long time.
Finally, my son said, "I guess
what I'm saying is, I don't understand
it, but I get it."
I smiled deep into the mist
and offered him the orange slice
again.
He took it.
That night, in bed, I pulled
the covers up close, to my face,
and breathed deep.
I caught a faint scent
of oranges on my fingers.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Santa Cruz
Santa Cruz
Memories--
temporary imprints of ourselves
lost and found in the sand.
Whirling seagulls,
squealing children,
doped in the moment
by the calm of your hand.
At the water,
the waves drew us out--
bubbles forming a heart,
popping in the sand.
At low tide,
awed by its stench
a dead sea lion
drew us in,
to us.
Mother and sons,
making footprints and memories
Minus one.Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Poetry Reading
Mark your calendars! I will be reading from my book of poetry, "SaltWild" at Lyon Bookstore on Tuesday, April 29th. from 7:00-8:00. Hope to see you there!
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Sherry
Sherry
In memoryYou drove alone
east
into the fading line.
There are
only
so many
roadson our map
and you
drove
the
onlyone you hadn’t tried.
Along the way,
you
pushed the pedal hard
then
harder.
Needing
to get there
fast,first.
When you ran out of gas,
you slowed
to a stop
and walked into the wilderness.
Your shadows grew
in the moonlight.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Specks in the Sunlight
She watches a speck
dance in the sunlight
and slips into childhood,
a child.
Her aged hands reach
for the sparkle.
It slips away
before she can touch it.
She reaches for another.
dance in the sunlight
and slips into childhood,
a child.
Her aged hands reach
for the sparkle.
It slips away
before she can touch it.
She reaches for another.
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