Tag: what is left unsaid
member name: Atticus *.
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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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October 03, 2009 11:32 AM EDT --
There is no rhythm
to the clanging of the bell
hanging from the buoy.
Our camp fire, the barking seals . . .
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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 03, 2009 01:18 AM EDT --
Sometimes I feel the urge to write without imposed meaning. Sometimes . . .
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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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August 05, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
Words grand as iceberg
float oceans among oceans
tying sea to sky
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July 06, 2009 07:48 PM EDT --
When you break-
down, there
is no
home to return to. The world is not your
oyster. No matter how strong you think, you become, you . . .
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July 14, 2009 12:55 PM EDT --
Tell your friends you’re a painter;
they’ll want to see your work.
I know you may not have the heart.
You were lovers in your lust and rage. . . .
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July 21, 2009 02:10 PM EDT --
What is it about how
you fill up an ice tray
that reminds me of the
difference among snowflakes?
Or why . . .
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July 29, 2009 08:05 PM EDT --
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise. . . .
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October 14, 2009 05:37 PM EDT --
though stronger coffee grinds
You (are) woke in the morning,
to find/fog on the door; her
lips touch the silhouettes . . .
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November 26, 2008 11:31 AM EST --
I am not a praying man.
A thoughtful life should be the prayer.
Transgressor: I have sinned, and grown
with the world around me;
a myriad of turnings from lie to light,
the burdens . . .
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April 02, 2009 02:39 PM EDT --
It is no time for poetry.
I am late,
and out of sorts.
The iron won’t stop spitting.
I pop the button from my pants.
My shirt is stained.
Dogs returning . . .
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December 11, 2007 10:38 PM EST --
inspired by Ed Nudelman's abc poems.
ambivalence
blooms
crystalline
daily
even
faith
goes
hungry
i just
know
love must
never
over promise. . . .
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January 28, 2008 10:18 PM EST --
She will cut glass tonight.
She will wait until the dogs are walked and fed
and I settle in to cringe, thank god,
at the president's last
State-of-the-Union. . . .
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February 28, 2009 10:07 AM EST --
She stretches and yawns. It is just before dawn
I think she wants love and I stroke her small frame.
But she noses toward the door and stifles a bark. . . .
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March 17, 2009 06:05 PM EDT --
( A metamerism is a colormetric phenomenon where two colors made up of different spectral components appear the same to the human eye )
You could measure out the . . .
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September 06, 2007 11:31 PM EDT --
All my words but
tetrodotoxins, souring in the sun,
just ill timed ardor, fugu, rustling through leaves
of words unwashed.
How many poets must die
to learn poems should boil three times . . .
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January 19, 2008 11:48 AM EST --
Hard under the shovel
sealed up in the now,
where history ends and illimitable began
far and away from lessons long past,
depleted of clarity, calamity,
and . . .
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August 25, 2008 05:35 PM EDT --
Things are always falling.
Slipping from the finite
into the void.
And back again,
stopping cold, and not, at one point or another
balanced along a particular . . .
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