Monthly Archives: March 2012

stream of consciousness on a Friday afternoon – Take 2

All my youth is gone. I saw it. I saw it missing. I snapped the pictures waiting for him. I was dressed and ready. Cleaned up and powdered, as they say. Then I played back the pictures, and I don’t … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning

I crack the window to hear the morning birds and thunder I imagine the earthworms are thick on the street and shallow in the yard The dark clouds new ones from yesterday announce their presence I must decide whether to … Continue reading

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I’m so vain, I probably think this poem is about me.

What clothes to wear too young? too old? Youthful smile until you see the eyes crinkled to the cheek A woman, for certain and certain of much but the uncertainty of change And it is coming it’s almost here a … Continue reading

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After rain

dripping wet drops from last night’s shower splash down on me tickling my skin meandering down my neck stooping under branches hanging lower than I judged *** a puddle forms shiny on wooden boards reflecting deep a cloudless morning sky … Continue reading

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A few poems, maybe.

The arm I cut off the dogwood tree – the small one the smallest one I could reach with buds the one I put in a vase to watch it bloom that one. It’s looking at me, peering over the … Continue reading

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Spring, today

Periwinkle winked at me And I saw a crocus Cross. Burning bush was just a spark While camellia bled to death.

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