Poems - Ruth Thompson | Ruth Thompson Poetry

Letting It Go

Letting It Go I’m walking on my birthdayand this timeI’mletting it go. Headline!Waistline!Toe the line!Morning line! I’ve stopped stoppingat all the roads not taken(you know the ones I mean) because here’s the joke:every road is a dead end. So I’m just walking on my birthdayand letting it go. In my throat, regret.On my tongue, mourning……

Poems - Ruth Thompson | Ruth Thompson Poetry

Speaking Of the Muse

Speaking of the Muse My muse comes up behind me and says Honey(she calls me honey)you don’t have a lot of time here –lose the pale Flemish bridewith the sidelong glances. She says Look! Here I am!Dappled with oceansfurred with green and gold –Honey, give me your full attention here! O she turnslight runs from…