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I Like To Take My Basket and Go to Market Early
MARKETING I like to take my basket And go to market early– Radishes are pinkest then, Lettuces most curly. Beets still pyramided To a magenta crest; Cauliflowers are snowballs; Peas, their snappiest. In the blue and silver Of the rutabagas … Continue reading
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Tagged Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets, mom, poem, poetry, Shopping, whimsy
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I Was a Bride Married To Amazement
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made … Continue reading
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Tagged amazement, courage, inspiring, life goals, mantra, Mary Oliver, passion for life, poem, poetry, strength, strong woman
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New Leaves on a Willow
NEW LEAVES ON A WILLOW Where yesterday were bare gold stems, March’s windy stratagems Have today miraculously Wrought new leaves on a willow tree. New leaves so mistily winged and small They seem to spray from a waterfall; Water cascading … Continue reading
Rooms ( a poem by Ethel Romig Fuller)
ROOMS In church this morning I had a view Of nothing but heads From my rear view. I played with the fancy Each was a room—- Some of them needing Dustcloth and broom. Many were fine Company places; A few … Continue reading
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Tagged church poem, Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnet, poem, poetry
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Flirtation
Flirtation After all, there’s no need to say anything at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a Wedgwood plate. Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across … Continue reading
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Tagged flirtation, love, Night sky, poem, poet laureate, poetry, Rita Dove, wedgwood
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look you, I am bursting with joy
IMMORAL I keep walking around myself, mouth open with amazement: For by all the ethical rules of life, I ought to be solemn and sad, But, look you, I am bursting with joy. I scold myself: I say: Boy, your … Continue reading
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