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Snapshot Poem 15 July 02009
my past came to visit today we sat together in the garden both thicker, older, milder each carries memory of the other each carries memory for the other we stretched out our legs rested our shoulders back watched the koi drift in the pond & pulled in our nets of memory each, for the… Continue reading
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Whisper | Snapshot Poem
Listen. It’s a new moon night. There is no light to be heard falling on fresh snow. Snow drifting down so quietly you hearnothing. Listen. Distant electric humming under the evening silence. A fountain trickles beneath the ice. Far away, geesecall to one another across the slow river. Listen harder. Do you hear it?… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem
08 august 02007 neighbors come and go in the smokey heat this house is dark and cool, cats complaining of boredom and neglectyowling up and down the dusty staircasewhy do we live each day? through fire and flood and darkening news the absence of loves everywhere, pain women laughloudly, in the street don’t they… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 13 September 02006
I left my dreams behind on the sweaty sheets. Let them evaporate in the smoky air. Fires are closing in on us. This air shuts me out. Shallow, painful —the breathing. Ashes in my mouth. I sat with my neighbor on the deck, smoking cigarettes. She grieves her friend who died suddenly, full of cancer… Continue reading
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Thursday Walk|Poetry Thursday
Why is the poet fearsome? Because she speaks the tabooed word, she tells the hidden truth. She looks, she sees. Because her sustenance comes from something that cannot be sold, or withheld, or rationed. Because, sometimes, when she meets a fence, her muse demands that she climb it. Sometimes dangerous poems are hidden… Continue reading
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