Posts for June 10, 2017 (page 5)

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Poem

On Waking in Winter

You catch the arc
of a hooded memory
a whiskery feeling
splits away  

but the verge clings
deepens all day
shadows define
but make no sense  

a poplar singing summer
a glass of still watches
a cut in the palm of your hand
blooms a window                                  

~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Eavan Boland’s poem “A Different Light”


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Poem

At Henry’s House

A handful of people in 17 acres;
a couple of dogs OD’ing on smells.
New sunlight poking through
old  twisted branches. Familiar
path, soft and quiet underfoot, 
welcomes me in with
no questions asked, takes 
the cares from my shoulders
and hangs them up for a while.


Category
Poem

The Victor

Challenged to a race
excited,giggling,taunting
Kyle’s the go-cart champ


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Poem

From Savagery to Civilization

                         –after John Dewey, American pragmatist

so much depends
on the invention
of art

to enlarge experience
and give it
meaning

by connecting it
with what can only be
symbolized


Category
Poem

Haiku for Opening Up

When done piece by piece, 
letting your rib cage fly loose 
feels less like burning. 

 


Category
Poem

When I think of ashes

For love is blue
The enchanting dance
The bottom of the flame

Love is hot
The cherry
Of the last cigarette


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Poem

She Walks in Beauty, and Reply

She Walks in Beauty, and Reply

She walks in beauty, like the night

     In distant dreams and truer type;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

     Is fused in flow’r, raised by stipe;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

     Where moon and star bring birth to life.

      One Spirit stilled, one word reserved,

Had half impaired the nameless grace,

     Chiara every chestnut curve

Which softly lightens o’er her face;

     And draws the dark into recurve—

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

     The lips that smirk, the roots that know,
     The ripples sealed and heaven sent,
     A choice the rules of earth forgoes,

A heart whose love is innocent!


Category
Poem

Rowing Home

A white bee hive 
bobs to the surface
a few bees hovering
We know it is past time
to head home,
but he turned the boat
instead to toward the River.


Category
Poem

Postmates

If this were a perfect world:
We’d fall in love,
trusting and relying
on on another
as true lovers do.

If this were a perfect world:
I wouldn’t pick up your socks
and you wouldn’t try too hard
to convince me
that you can do it.

If this were a perfect world:
we would be retouched
with our flaws diminished
with bright smiles
where wine wouldn’t
Stain our lying teeth.