In Memory of Michael Jackson

Spun Wax

She took me to Hitsville so we could mourn together
the passage of what was gone forever,
for her a lullaby, for me a sultry slow dance.

We walked through yesteryear barely seeing
the sequined glove used to tilt a Moon Dancing hat,
antiquated microphones in musty little rooms

where I caught slivers of shadows flitting through -
she thought it was them, I knew it was you
taking one last turn on the round.

©2009 Peggy Eldridge-Love

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(In memory of my sister Hawice and Michael Jackson)

Polished Pieces of Eight - OCHO #24

My poem "Polished Pieces of Eight" and a number of other poems from the OCHO #24 issue, Poets Who Twitter, have been read and recorded by their authors. Take a listen!

"Holding it Together with Band-Aids and Safety Pins"

This is an eBook and is ready for immediate download. It is a candid examination, through poetry, of those things we struggle to absorb, to get through, and to move on from. It is a 101 Poetry guidebook for coping and healing.

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"Holding it Together with Band-Aids and Safety Pins"

A new slim volume of poetry entitled Holding it Together with Band-Aids and Safety Pins was released as an eBook today! I'm excited about it. It is a different kind of collection; real, probing, and reflective of those of us who populate this first decade of the twenty-first century. Here's an example:

The Queen of Bags

No one comes downtown on Saturday anymore
but you encompass all it ever was
with your uptown clothes, white gloves,
high heels and perfectly tipped hat.
How you manage to keep every hair
in place may never be known
but we all talk about your impeccable
style, your regal stride
and we wonder why it is your
destiny rests nightly under
the west end of the Chauteau Bridge.

It's about them, it's about us, because we and they are one in the same. Take a peek! You might enjoy. Click here.