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Apples
by Diana Cole

You lie in the bowl,
not to bite into life,
not to spray juice into air
or bounce off branches
rolling the distance.

Your bruises and sores
are the color of fawn
but your face is ruddy
keeping up the parody
of stout life. Stay intact —

days come in metal pails,
mornings steeped red.
Leaves wedge within,
send me climbing questions.
Verdigris thickens and rains.

I am livid with life.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 4.

Diana Cole’s poem Though I Walk, set for double chorus by Thomas Stumpf, was selected by the Pharos Music Project and performed in New York City. Other poems have appeared in numerous journals including Blueline, Avocet, Off the Coast, The Christian Century, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Slipstream, Poetry East, and Spillway.

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Yellow Daisies,
by Diana Cole

Mornings I place them
by the open window
close to air and light
freshly watered
freshly changed.

I unfold the sheets
and eyes follow me as sun-
flowers follow after light.
Some drift up to touch.
Some fall open.

Petals slacken
like seaweed at ebb tide.
I’ve seen them blanch
as lichen whitens stone
and cheeks shed shades of gold.

For years they’ve seen my day begin.
Oh, let this season be to die in.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 3.

Diana Cole’s poem Though I Walk, set for double chorus by Thomas Stumpf, was selected by the Pharos Music Project and performed in New York City. Other poems have appeared in numerous journals including Blueline, AvocetOff the Coast, The Christian Century, The Tipton Poetry Journal,  Slipstream, Poetry East, and Spillway.

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