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"I will breakfast from the cupboard where uneaten dreams are kept"
"I foresee the successful future of a very mediocre society."
Category Archives: POETRY
For a man is a moment like rain on a mid-summer day a white blinding Nor’easter the paintbrush of autumn and burst buds of the spring lilac tree Or a man is a moment like the flash of volcano washing … Continue reading
With the first half of National Poetry Month gone by, thought I’d check in with the folks at Poemaddiction among my picking up poetic inspiration at fictionaut and at other spots along the way together with some of my favorite … Continue reading
Day #8 of Poem Addiction Enjoy a new poem each day of April by each of several talented poets!
As I’ve said on Facebook and twitter, “write a poem, read a poem, live a piece of poetry every day.” Not just in April, but every day as the mood strikes. Visit the poetry blogs of your lyrical friends, take … Continue reading
Beyond the white cotton wings at the window over the sink where I stand, like a heron single-legged, balanced, the lawn rolls away in a tangled grass sea. Last autumn’s yellow dry skeleton fingers protecting the new, the green, the … Continue reading
For National Poetry Day (UK) a quickie hypertext poem complete with pictures of today’s lovely day: The Wise Leaf
And a remembrance of my own dad, gone five years now. Dad Memories live within the senses. The sight of baby bluest eyes and wrinkled smiles. I hear the roars of every kind of engine, mowers, drills and the chainsaw … Continue reading
Talking into space I watch my words like race cars on the track negotiate the curve of coiled pavement-colored wires to reach the finish line, an ear or letter by letter pop up like weeds upon a garden page click … Continue reading
Just received some really positive input from a respected source on a few pieces of poetry and that has encouraged me to maybe even submit along with the short stories as the reading season comes to a close. I’ve never … Continue reading
Orange breast, a sun of feathered flames black cape spread aloft a flash, a slash across a reflected sea breaking waves of clouds none as bold none as bright as me.
You can hear the river sing from a hundred footsteps past and feel the sweet wind’s breath that blows it hot and cold into a mist that halos those that sip its waters with smiling mouths that echo trills and … Continue reading
And so I would have expected a more creative approach from the Academy of American Poets in their search for gold (that’s metaphor for offering membership to get funding). Dear Friend, Today it gives me great pleasure to invite you … Continue reading
Watching spring rains accelerate birth wet, green, reaching, unfurling sprout thrives, thickens, stands strong, though orphaned, alone; a seed left behind by a dying parent containing all it would need to continue its kind with a lick, a taste, a … Continue reading
Indigo flash, like a single lit Christmas bulb on the bush where moments ago, red and yellow shone taking in the glory of the sun recycling it as feathers painting a brush of primary color across the canvas