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Poets Live On Their Senses

Posted on March 10, 2017 by Lynette

“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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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Posted on August 6, 2016 by Lynette

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading →

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Live in the World of Creativity

Posted on May 23, 2016 by Lynette

In college my heart’s desire was to major in English and live as a writer in a garret in Paris. Being of a practical nature and not just a romantic dreamer I ended up majoring in Business Marketing…but my concession … Continue reading →

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Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear

Posted on May 16, 2016 by Lynette

Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear He’s just across the street. the street lamps should pop from the tension between us. As I sit, I knit a scarf of lavender patience, with threads of trust glimmering softly in … Continue reading →

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Through the Lens of a Broken Heart

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Lynette

Through the lens of a broken heart the sky is muted the air flavored with mud Through the lens of a broken heart my face feels weighted down my feet heavy as clay Through the lens of a broken heart … Continue reading →

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I Like To Take My Basket and Go to Market Early

Posted on July 8, 2015 by Lynette

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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I Was a Bride Married To Amazement

Posted on June 11, 2015 by Lynette

“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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Rooms ( a poem by Ethel Romig Fuller)

Posted on January 25, 2015 by Lynette

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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Ordinary Life is Laced with Miracles

Posted on January 7, 2015 by Lynette

“Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was difficult to notice and be grateful when one was continually fatigued and irritated.  I … Continue reading →

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Flirtation

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Lynette

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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