Poems by Ruth Bryant

Ruth Bryant

January 20, 2003

Oh what a glorious sight to behold on awakening— Open the blinds, and behold! Winter wonderland!

What purity! An artist’s dream of virginity— Unspoiled by human nature.

The branches abound with white—wait— it resembles… fl owing soft white hair at various lengths.

The tree trunks are divided in color, because of the snow having blown in one direction, only embracing one side.

I stand and observe this scene until virtually the snow-covered grass becomes—moi.

Come children and romp!! Ruth Bryant

Beginning or end

I’ve wondered, is it true? What goes around comes around—back to the beginning? Ingredients: Shake, shake, squirt, squirt, probe, probe. Then collect and deposit on Petri dish. Should you stir well or do they fi nd themselves?

Got to fi nd housing for nine months, then—behold! Fruits of the doctor’s labor materialize!

Now tell me—after said fruits have made full circle, do they return to their beginning?

I think not!! Ruth Bryant

21st century blues

Today’s youth is singing the “Only a Sperm Donor Blues.” Forgotten are the carefree Hip Hop dances with pulsating disco lights, where dancers were repelling magnets or jumping beans.

That eventually diminished to soft, pleading lyrics. Couples meshed together, slowly pressing their pants or skirts as they gyrated sensually to the music. The begging and promises followed. Succumbing to submission….

She now sings the “OSD Blues.” Ruth Bryant