Saturday, November 1, 2014
Three Poems by Diane Webster
This malignant growth toying
with normal skin cells
only wants to come out and play,
but it displays behavior problems
destructive to the whole.
As outcast, it develops a crust
like armor protecting the core
seething beneath in growth rings
exploding outward with hunger
unabated until back fires exitinguish
or circular cuts expunge the fuel
to microscope musings in control
If you get too close to her, fear snaps
like a static electric early warning device,
"Step back behind the line."
Like she's going to jump every woman she sees,
a homo-love machine gone berserk;
like if she touches you with her fairy hand,
she'll turn you into a lesbian;
life if you like her,
you'll be taunted as homo lover
or worse yet dykes who love dykes;
life if you get too close,
she might enjoy the static spark;
like she wouldn't be caught dead,
let alone alive, with most of you.
It wishes for a switch
to release all foreign
metal filings bristling
at attention to the forces
mysteriously collecting within
to draw metals forward
when all it desires sticks to
a mirror reflection of itself
in opposite attract rule.
Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in "Philadelphia Poets," "Illya's Honey," "River Poets Journal" and other literary magazines.