Author Archives: Mary Louise Cox

Poetic License 6-6-2014

“Ah but I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now.” -Bob Dylan   A-HA By Fred Rosenberg, guest poet   A survey appearing on e-mail desired the date of my birth; with honesty not characteristic, I wrote out the answer with mirth.   To continue the survey I waited, but a blockage […]

Poetic License

The poet’s job is to find a name for everything. -Jane Kenyon Laments From the chapbook, “Shards,” by Mary Louise Cox   Sometimes in the morning octaves of a flute path my gray-green woods moontoning   Buried sounds chase through me locking mourning into dream scales of silver remembered laments.   “In India the sound […]

Poetic License 5-9-2014

“Poetry is aimless, not purposeful. The poem is dancing with itself.”— Billy Collins “Observance”   At that time I saw further into the roseate glow at the edges of late hour clouds, I was the watcher, alert to the changing position of fireflies, the changing heart. I tasted stone mint— heard minstrels sing and recite, […]

Poetic License 4-18-14

Unclutter your writing time. Simply write down what you hear. “The Spider”  The Fate Weaver moves across blackened letters on a plaque feeling for a place to spin. Traveling the word love, it drops a filmy dragline, spins a pattern out of itself so exquisite that once again the gods are angry.   Mary Louise […]

Poetic License 4-4-14

Children are symbolic of the beginning and of abundant possibilities.   To a former foster child Solange De Santis, Chairman of the Mamaroneck Arts Council Tell me, How does a spirit rise From a place so fragmented A young heart so bruised?   If a million hurricanes Flood the Rockaways From sea to bay, Would […]

Poetic License 3-14-2014

Poems can awaken the sleeping imagination. Wait Watcher   Over time, what have you waited for? Sunshine or rain? A train, a plane? The evening news? A cat to come home? Meaning? Love? A vacation? A blue moon? Spring flowers, autumn leaves? A birthday celebration? An anniversary? A new year? The clock to strike? Tomorrow? […]

Poetic License 2-21-14

Pretending After all these years I still awaken before dawn pretending it’s my turn on watch as the world spins into light. Until the sky brightens I pretend it’s up to me to see that the world is kept safe. I have wished all these years that pretending had more power!

Poetic License 1-31-2014

Picnic in the Snow   The tree leans against winter like the urge of change against a mind bare of questions.   Beneath this tree we two brush snow from a rock.   We make a table there. We celebrate under branches of a winter dying tree.   Mary Louise Cox, poet laureate of the […]

Poetic License 1-17-14

Found Among my notes, this! There are hobgoblins in my soul. When they get dancing, singing, clapping, laughing, beating drums— I stop and listen! Who wrote these words? I hope I did! Mary Louise Cox, poet laureate of the Town and Village of Mamaroneck  

Poetic License: Special Edition

The following poems were sent to the Mamaroneck Review by a reader in the belief their publication would make the author’s holiday season bright. They are presented in that spirit. Silver Song and White Clouds By Jon Billet A tune falls down from the sky into my golden tea cup. I drink this heavenly prayer. […]