By Carol R. Sunde
When champagne is needed,
I suggest cod liver oil:
in a string quartet,
I am a gate-crashing tuba.
When others smile,
I often smirk:
in a bowlful of sweet plums,
I am a fiery radish.
Among nasturtiums,
I am a thistle.
Yet some few do
appreciate me―
certain goats and sheep
in spring, and songbirds
when I have gone to seed—
Copyright 2019 Sunde
Carol R. Sunde , who was born and raised in Iowa, now lives within walking distance in the ocean and loves being in the Northwest: she likes rain. A retired college counselor, Carol delves into her lifelong poetry interest. She’s earned a Poetry Certificate from the University of Washington. Most recently Passenger and Raven Chronicles published her work.
All work by Carol R. Sunde
