Cynthia Bloomquist
Last Frost
The last frost of winter occurred last night
although it is spring now.
The warm dampness of yesterday,
which felt like Florida air blown north,
in the clear...
Poet’s Corner: Zach’s Beach
The path through the dunes
goes between two worlds
and leads to the essence of the island.
The herald given by blue flags
is followed by beach roses,
scents...
Poet’s Corner: The Letting
Vital liquid pours warm draining,
staining my hand —
The letting now uncontrolled,
frightening, new.
Red? No; brown brings relief:
It was the oil plug I pulled
and this is...
Poet’s Corner: Morning jewels
Cold morning,
Snow-covered ground.
Sun rising slowly in a low winter arc,
Banishing gray predawn.
Then brilliance: the scene sparkles with jewels
Strewn casually, in great abundance,
More perfect gems...
Poets’ Corner: Schizophrenic Lover
Your soft touch melts me.
My heart opens — oh, the possibilities… the warmth.
But then, all has changed.
Your tone is cold. The soft caress gone,
your...
Poets’ Corner: On Island
The day is grey-white, softened by mist.
Poets’ Corner: On Island
After 40 years of working with technology, and nearly 30 of those living part time in West Tisbury, Cynthia Bloomquist now resides there full time following guidance from her muse.
Poets Corner: West Tisbury morning
West Tisbury Morning
Initial sign a streak of light,
bright variation in a slate gray sky,
a tear in the night's curtain.
Then a scarlet line,
first thin, now...