CHERRIE PALMER - POEMS

Cherrie is a published poet and loves poetry. Her home is near the White River. She finds her surroundings a great inspiration. Her love for poetry began in the third grade when she was eight and forty-seven years later she is still writing almost every day.

​Last Stop Light

​Sun’s liquid waves
Has me retreating
behind retro shades
Hair blowing wild
Windows down
 Skynard high
Cornering curves
dusting a blue sky
A basket waits
 for our beach retreat
Strawberry wine
and Coppertone 8
cool Pall Mall
In need of a light
Is met with a match
At the last stop light
Now all 4 barrels scream’n
And the gas gage is travel’n
And the day is waist’n
For the memories were make’n

​Erased

​Billowing fog laced so tight
Ignites my imagination.
While a gentle zephyr climbs the sloop
its tender touch drapes over.
The fog and she begins a dance
Perfectly timed with a 2,4 beat.
Warming sun kissed her face and in its grasp


The morning fog is erased.