Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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She called ‘round ’bout 10
Didn’t know that just then

the biggest moon ever
was blooming like never

before… so she stopped
her beater car and bopped

to the shoreline and it
shone as if butterkleig-lit

“Mom, it’s so beautiful!”
And I, the dutiful

mother, in her jammies
ran outside – Midwest clammies

sending shivers… but
how often are you put

in a position
to share this apparition

of synchronicity
nature’s creativity

with one you’ve loved so
from first glance, the glow

of her sweet newborn face
Now she’s in another place

Connected by a phone,
neither is alone

We seize this blessed time
this view, superb, sublime

We cry for happy, ‘cuz
we’re sharing The Night That Was

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For dverse Open Mic Night, and for Riley – the artistic, fabulous young woman I am proud to call my daughter.

Photo courtesy of The Times Union of Albany, NY.

Hello all, from our new digs here in Madison, home base for recalling the governor of Wisconsin; protecting the environment of our state and others; protesting the war in Afghanistan (this includes Veterans for Peace); and sheltering the homeless during the bitter cold that comes and goes.

During my vacation from blogging (and while my computer crashed with one of those “phishing” viruses – I never fall for that), I composed a ditty for my good friend, Buddah Moskowitz, of I Hate Poetry and Virtual Poetry Reading. Thought it would be a nice “dipping of the toe in the poetic waters” to post it here. He’s SO worth it!! Peace, Amy

SILK THREAD (for Moskowitz)

There is a long, silken heartstring
Starts in the Midwest
Stretches to the Coast
(The Left Coast, not the other one)

Connects me with my
brother from another mother
in ways gutty, gutteral, giddy
and good

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

As always, posted at my “nest,” Poets United.