Joan McNerney
Joan McNerney's poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Boston Review of the Arts, Kalliope,
Mudfish, Spectrum and Word Thursdays. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has performed at
the National Arts Club, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute and other distinguished venues. A recent
reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany,
New York.
Mudfish, Spectrum and Word Thursdays. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has performed at
the National Arts Club, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute and other distinguished venues. A recent
reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany,
New York.
Inquisitive...
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.
Calculating....
a fish leaps to capture
bite of heaven.
Today's work is done.
The sun fell from the sky
for a bowl of stars.
Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.
Hallow mouth of the moon.
Clouds cross forming
an airy handkerchief.
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.
Calculating....
a fish leaps to capture
bite of heaven.
Today's work is done.
The sun fell from the sky
for a bowl of stars.
Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.
Hallow mouth of the moon.
Clouds cross forming
an airy handkerchief.
Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
Winds sway maple trees
leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.
What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Main Street?
The morning mist roams
back and forth like a
voiceless wanderer.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
Winds sway maple trees
leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.
What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Main Street?
The morning mist roams
back and forth like a
voiceless wanderer.
