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 03, 2009 01:18 AM EDT --
Sometimes I feel the urge to write without imposed meaning. Sometimes . . .
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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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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 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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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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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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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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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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November 20, 2008 01:45 PM EST --
In from the cold
at the first winter's blush
joeys
are pounding
down walls in the attic.
Only hours away from a marsupial dawn,
kangaroos . . .
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June 24, 2009 09:01 PM EDT --
You can break into song for Sitting Bull, Hoka Hey!, of visions at Greasy Grass, or how he was murdered . . .
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October 10, 2009 01:49 AM EDT --
My father had a mild heart attack the week before last and spent a few days in . . .
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September 10, 2007 10:58 PM EDT --
Lies and rumors of lies
cover trails of B-52's
carrying nukes
in American skies
lost in the shadows
of twin fallen towers
blinding both eyes
as they fall
over
and over
again
. . .
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