A Poem by Diane Webster

 

At Rest

The old woman sits on the park bench.

Her wide-brimmed garden hat

shades her face from sunshine

now too late to prevent wrinkles.

Her cane leans against one leg;

a can of pop chills her hand

resting against her other knee.

She stares at the ground

as a parade of ants scurry

in frantic scavenger hunt.

The woman contemplates

stomping her shoe to smash

as many ants as possible

or playing pool with her cane

to shoot ants into death's pocket

or splash a bit of cola

causing a stampede

to the sweet puddle.

Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life, nature or an overheard phrase and to write.  Diane enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words to fit her poems.  Her work has appeared in "El Portal," "North Dakota Quarterly," "Eunoia Review" and other literary magazines.