Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 14 . . .

The Editor Writes That She is Tired of the Word Drifting

     by Donna Vorreyer

perhaps she spends too many
winter hours watching snow
shift itself into slanted banks

or she despises the soporific
rhythm of the sea delivering
itself onto the shoreline

perhaps she imagines the eyes
of a lover wandering away, too
far from her own sad face

or maybe she hates the word
itself, the laziness of it, all
that snow and sand and love

just carried along complacent
on the wind, so delicate, so
powerless, so imprecise

Donna Vorreyer lives and writes in the Chicago area where she spends her days trying to convince teenagers that words matter. Her poems have appeared in many journals, including The New York Quarterly, Boxcar Poetry Review, DMQ Review, and Literary Mama. Visit her online at

© 2009 Donna Vorreyer