Posts Tagged With: poetry

Standing At The Crossroads, Trying To Make A Decision

Finally, right?  I really tried to do this last night, but after an early morning drive from Estes Park and a full work shift, it was all I could do to shove the suitcase in a corner and flop on the bed till this morning.  Plus you all made this business of picking a winner [...]

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Haiku Monday Challenge – Crossroads

Happy Friday!  Yesterday was something of a bombshell for me.  I found out that not only was I chosen as winner for the April Culinary Smackdown, I also managed to be chosen as winner of the Haiku Monday competition!  G will tell you that I spent most of the day wandering around in a daze, shaking [...]

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Haiku Monday – Patterns

Since this is the last day of Nathional Poetry Month, it’s definitely fitting that I end with some.  Serendipity reminded me that I have not played Haiku Monday for a while.  She was the winner last week, so she gets to pick this week’s theme and she chose “patterns”.  I’m only submitting one, but I [...]

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Serendipity (re-posted from exactly four years ago)

Spring Through the newly-opened window, warm air, fresh with new peach blossoms, slides across your skin. Late-afternoon warmth of you mingled with me joins behind my nose until the scent of flower petals will forever link my brain instantly to us. The slanted, daylight-saved sun casts your langorous limbs in gold alongside mine. I hold [...]

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Metastasis

There are days When I wish I could go To a doctor or A mad scientist, Sit myself down In their chair, Give myself over To them as I once did To you. I would tell them, “Put me on your machines, Twist your dials, Lay me open, Vivisect me.” As I think Of you. See?  [...]

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Manifestation

Just days ago we walked, Arm in arm through the vivid, Spring-blessed gardens.  We talked And dreamed aloud, things We wanted, growth envisioned. There, I said, we need a place to sit. Just there.  Perfect. I thought that, too, she said, and we Laughed as we strolled Together watching Bliss burgeon, Our thoughts in harmony [...]

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Preface From My Favorite Book

“This is the age of science, of steel–of speed and the cement road.  The age of hard faces and hard highways.  Science and steel demand the medium of prose.  Speed requires only the look–the gesture.  What need then, for poetry? Great need! There are souls, in these noise-tired times, that turn aside into unfrequented lanes, [...]

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Claiming Mine

Just because my tools are not iron and steel Does not make them weak. Just because my work space is here In the house, In the kitchen, Does not make it less sacred. I would not go Willy-nilly to your garage And re-place your carefully Planned out arrangements. My spices and potions are no less [...]

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Doing Battle

They want to win, The weeds. They’re bred for it. Where no one waters, They flourish. Where we die and lie They thrive, Showing only small rosettes Above.  Pulling merely Tickles as they spread. But last night’s downpour Made them more vulnerable. Devil’s food earth Opens easier to my Bare, probing fingers. I follow the [...]

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Mr. Nestlehut

Every Friday he arrived, come late spring. Vintage pick-up rigged With 2 x 4′s and a canopy, The bed a warren of bins. He parked at the top of Our down-sloping driveway. I ran to greet him. My mother came slower. I loved the okra best, Fuzzy, frog-green spikes, Not at all appetizing. Who would [...]

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