Tag: poem
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December 08, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
the sound of words / leaves
drift above dormant soil / land
........................... along oaken paths
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November 23, 2009 11:05 AM EST --
the absurdity of birds, planes
trees, buildings, flying/ standing
broken
hips pants mind face
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November 25, 2009 09:25 AM EST --
pale . . .
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November 29, 2009 04:33 PM EST --
Although
believers
can delay
epiphanies
for gold,
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August 24, 2009 10:57 PM EDT --
Never informed by the sobriety of angels, You have been this way since before
Jesus wept.
I dare not call you capricious, in describing your . . .
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May 14, 2009 06:52 PM EDT --
She says her mother comes as a redbird
and visits our yard, mostly in spring,
not wishing to conjure a vestige of death. . . .
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March 19, 2009 11:55 PM EDT --
On the highway home tonight
tears for your mother came in a slow rain
under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day.
The sound of their falling . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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June 12, 2009 10:34 AM EDT --
Once I was counseled by a wolf.
He spoke from the center of madness,
ravenous . . .
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August 05, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
Corkscrew angels are surfing the mind Box Elder, Maple, Elm, Cotton Wood, miniature thoughts; mighty forests . . .
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December 03, 2009 11:07 PM EST --
We always write about the moon
why shouldn't we when it rises,
like a big orange Caesar -
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November 09, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
Another Zealot
Begins Yelling,
Cursing / X’ing-out
Discovery - Wayward
Email Violated.
For Unsolicited
Gratuitous Thought,
History . . .
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May 21, 2009 01:50 PM EDT --
My muse murmurs a word in the dark,
a bug in my ear, caught crawling
through pages, or snatched
from the airwaves, . . .
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June 03, 2009 06:31 PM EDT --
She nailed a Haiku to the door at midnight;
a perfect lie, singing like a canary
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November 28, 2009 08:48 AM EST --
As I mentioned in last week’s post, I did a poetry workshop with eight other local poets and an internationally . . .
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December 31, 2006 01:05 PM EST --
Endless and inane,
cold crisp beauty is found here,
where one stops, one starts
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June 09, 2009 06:24 PM EDT --
She always colors between the lines. Her crayon's stroke is most sublime. Far afield my hand does stray, when pushing . . .
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August 26, 2009 06:00 AM EDT --
In Constantinople they cried A sword in Constantine's side The inconstant moon had signaled their doom . . .
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October 01, 2009 01:41 PM EDT --
They are such
difficult flowers,
hothouse orchids,
we water with care;
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October 12, 2009 03:45 PM EDT --
As Autumn turns cold,
half-eaten pecans yet fall,
littering . . .
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