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Category Archives: Poetry
Encounters
a person can be a meadow you slowly walk through wild-flower spangled in the early morning light, another a stony courtyard horse hoofs sparking as they clop clop clop. one, two, three stepping stones, across a fast moving brook, or … Continue reading
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Poets Live On Their Senses
“I suppose what most people associate with poetry is soul-searching and fiercely held emotions. We expect the poet to be a monger of intensity, to pain for us, to reach into the campfire so that we can linger in the woods … Continue reading
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The Unfurling
How fragile and tender that little girl yearning Just wanting to be loved and to love. Building beautiful cities inside her … Continue reading
Recipe for a Sour Day
Walk to the lake- preferably at dusk, the gray cashmere air soft upon your cheeks. Wear polka dot shiny rain boots and carry a furled umbrella, twirling it like a baton. Savagely stomp through every puddle you find, unless there’s … Continue reading
Perk’s Poem
Tucked in a leather satchel On a horse galloping at top speed, down clickety clack train tracks Conductors swinging lanterns fly past, Nestled in the eaves of a long haul truck Speeding across state lines, How many ways can I … Continue reading
A Visit From Cackle
There once was a witch Named Cackle, Who liked to eat fingers for breakfast, Big toes were delightful for brunch, ear lobes perfect For a midnight snack. Her tastes were peculiar, No soft flesh for her, She liked a satisfying … Continue reading
If Cats Were Productive Instead of Lazy Buggers
If Cats were productive instead of being lazy buggers, They’d clean their own litter box, and be adept with a whisk broom. Instead of drowsing in speckled sunlight, they’d be typing out a best seller about finding a spiritual path … Continue reading
Hunger
There’s things to miss when one’s alone, that liquid jolt, the murmured sighs, light strokes on the back of neck. the deep felt crave which sleeps most days does rise in burnished night, tampered down from weary limbs but lurking … Continue reading
How To Mourn What Never Was
Your mother holding your newborn child~ Nose kisses, bedtime stories, chatty talks, First day of school clothes cuddle monster, bed chase, sidewalk chalk, Santa Claus swing pushes, explorations, road trips, seeing the world through the eyes of your child. History … Continue reading
It’s One Thing To Dream
Don’t earnestly promise to catch me a star, Cradle stars in your hands, cut up and bruised. Don’t talk about how England awaits, Grasp my hand as we wander down cobblestone streets. Don’t tell me that you want to … Continue reading
Penelope's Musings 