poetry Tag

08 Nov Becoming

              you are not just a song you are a symphony not simple words scrawled on paper but poetry you are light and colour and sound ocean waves racing toward the shore you are moon magic and stardust you are the universe waltzing through time you are snow in winter new blossoms in spring the sun on the...

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29 Oct For you.

Back in 2010, when we were getting ready to send my poetry collection off to the printer, one of my editors/partners said "what about a dedication?" I spent a couple days deliberating and then sent her this: for?you. and you. you, you, you. And oh yes! You! She laughed at me....

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26 Jul Flight…

it's not a real playground if it doesn't have a swing-set. there is pure bliss for me on swings legs pumping forth and back rising ever higher laughing at the feeling of muscles strained air blowing past my ears wind rushing against my cheeks and a feeling like flying...

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07 Jun Contrariwise

I was told to turn left so I took a hard right and kept driving my teacher told me to dance so I crossed my arms shook my head and stood still in front of everyone someone once told me to watch my mouth nice girls don't use such language so I learned...

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17 May Being

I wrote a song today sat at a dusty old piano carved out a tune on tired ivory. Flimsy cobwebs broke along unused wires sent sleeping spiders scattering as my fingers timidly struck each chord. Weaving its way into the world like a newborn the song reached out from the silent ether.   * "BEING" appears in?THREE...

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19 Apr Robert Norman

In a small box in the closet where I keep certain treasures memories of my past there is a tiny news clipping an obituary four lines long four lines tell the story of a man aged fifty one his name. survived by two daughters. wife. sister. three granddaughters. he will be missed four lines. my father. he was so much bigger...

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22 Mar Harper…

there is a girl who hangs the stars (for this is how the stars are hung) she climbs a ladder to the sky and tiptoes to the topmost rung then tiny fingers gently lift each fiery glowing orb; each sun with care she pins them to the night illuminating everyone she flew away...

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16 Mar Knife Wounds

  I am blameless and at fault. Innocent and guilty damaged, scarred stained, bruised. Someone please peel my battered carcass off the floor. I stumble to the mirror stare blindly at empty eyes watching me in the glass. I was temporarily lost; on leave of absence. I sank back into the shadows; jumped the track. Though sudden sadness creeps up on...

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