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Poem No. 78 of Many
Not the days when birds come back -
these are the days when cardinals come to life.
I never notice them in summer.
It is only when the snow begins to fall
that their bright red coloring appears at all. -
November existence
It’s November, and music and words have long become a refuge for me. They always held open arms for me, but now more so than ever. Every minute without music feels like I am being strangled. My violin has sprouted both a piano and a guitar. -
Emily Dickinson: These Are the Days When Birds Come Back
I'm grateful for these last few
warm October nights (always
thinking each one is the last) because
I am able to savor the last
bits of summer (blissful memories) when -
Afternoon sun in the fall
These past few months, I've fallen in love with
the way the afternoon sun rests
upon the foot of my bed & finds
its way to the windowsill across my bedroom.
In the past I only knew the sun -
Word Master, Attempt #503
Thoughts concerning poetry
words rhythms phrases
punctuation, and the like -
My Calendar Must be Wrong
It's October,
says my calendar,
but I'm not so easily convinced, even though
my cherry tomatoes tasted like pumpkins tonight
& I'm struggling to explain why.
Loves
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"Twins"
Inseparable.
There was this girl; she and I had been friends since diapers. Teachers would ask where the other was when one wasn’t there. We were often mistaken for twins, our family sharing such a close bond.
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Waiting in the Hall of Memories
Every Halloween, one house on your street stays dark; no lights, no candy, no decorations. The neighborhood kids whisper about it, daring each other to knock, but no one ever does.
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Monet's "Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son"
The swirling, hazy perspective on a long summer's day. The feeling as if time has halted. Expansive blue sky dotted with lazy clouds, watched from patches of warm, tickling grass. The swish of clothing, movement.
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it's sunset
step outside
the breeze is blowing
wisps of cirrus cloud
the sky is blue
the geese are leaving
farewell
we say
and don't mean it
mean it please for once
the turning leaves will thank you
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