Two Poems by Mary Ann Samyn



First flower, or nearly.

No one forces it to do anything.


This is the backdrop.

And a little Bishop. She might know…


Then came a day that was all noon,

a wind that wouldn’t quit.


Cheerful and relentless, mindless,

it took down what it would.


Same time, he wants my beauty again.

Am I decorative only, then?


Vivid despair. The power is out.

Next morning: more of the same:


sun blind, I pick my way,

bright as bright can be.




A story catches everyone’s attention,

or a story trails off,

or the garden wintered, ready or not that year.


I’ve felt hopeless; I’ve needed that.


Among the oaks, the white is a storybook.

Gather ’round.


… And all night, the dolls sleep in their beds

            and dream what we say

            in the houses we built for them…


—Or so we tell ourselves, up too late again,

God knows why,

or stirring, unhappy, too early.


Photo Credit: André Karwath via Creative Commons

About the author

Mary Ann Samyn teaches in the MFA program at West Virginia University. Her books include My Life in Heaven, winner of the 2012 FIELD Prize, and Air, Light, Dust, Shadow, Distance, winner of the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award.

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