Tag: poetry
group name: wegather2share
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December 01, 2009 08:44 PM EST --
Surreal corridor
“However”, says the naysayer;
‘however’ has always been his
way to end a sentence which will
fly like a mesmerized . . .
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November 30, 2009 09:14 PM EST --
Affair with a dead poet
Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor;
dead muse from a century before flips, turns
as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .
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November 30, 2007 11:08 PM EST --
Many nights I creep around the house trying to not disturb my sleeping husband. The creak from my desk chair always seems louder at night. Often during the sleepless . . .
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June 21, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Lost in Manic Daydreams . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
Some time ago I shared with fellow Gatherers that I had been asked to be the subject of an interview and to have an excerpt of my play LUMPs ( which deals with issues related to breast cancer) published . . .
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June 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
RENGE
Haiku
Pure lotus flower
its blossom opens cleanly
revealing its heart.
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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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February 15, 2009 11:41 PM EST --
I look to you
As hot tears hit the ground.
You reach out to me
And true love is found
Not by word
Or even gesture.
Just by your mere presence.
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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August 20, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
I have so many but the one that haunts me is:
<dl><dd>"Break, Break, Break"
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts . . .
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my life, . . .
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July 23, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
He was but a whisper.
Not knowing that human tears
Could drown the beauty of a quiet face,
he walked cold and ghostlike,
Among other men a statue
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't meant . . .
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October 25, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
I know how the prisoner feels
When he's locked up in the pen.
I feel the longing in his soul
To be outside again.
I see the sag of his shoulders
As he sits there reminiscing,
And . . .
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November 04, 2008 01:19 AM EST --
In just a moment
I knew---But I was lost in your eyes
So I said it didn't matter,
That you were never mine to keep.
I basked in the heaven of your smile
Ignoring the hell in my heart, . . .
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November 23, 2008 05:46 AM EST --
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? ~ Rumi
______ ~ Rumi (Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī) (1207-1273) ~
I died as a mineral and became a . . .
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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August 18, 2008 10:30 PM EDT --
There is beauty in my dark world Though at times it may seem bleak Flecks of joy taint tears of sorrow That linger on my cheek. Though the gold eludes the rainbow and that makes me want to cry, the colors . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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