Tag: Poetry
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the Shutdown
In the Quietus The earth’s music could be heard We stopped to listen In this period of quietus, I’m working on photographs of almost every flower we have in our yard. These are in a pot near the front porch. I was drawn to the splashes of dark pink, and the way they contrast with…
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The Quest
They came in droves and they filled the store, Faces straight, they were on a quest. Carts overflowing, non-perishables, That they’d safely keep in their nest. An innocent act, at first it seemed, But some… oh they failed the test. They bought, and they bought, and they piled it HIGH, Leaving nothing, not a stitch,…
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Red Sky at Night
Heaven’s bursting light, Curtain of Crimson and Gold, Darkness lies in wait. Tonight’s Everything Red is a recycle/redo of a glorious sunset and a Haiku. Photograph was taken with my cellphone, from outside one of my classrooms. Needless to say, I was ecstatic when I saw the sky light up in red. It was so…
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Nostalgia
Butterfly kisses, Sweet memories, pure and chaste, Taste of innocence. Today’s Everything Red is another recycling project; a collage of red roses with a guiltless white. It stands out like a sore thumb… the white sheep of the family. There’s some symbolism there I’m sure. Reusing the old arouses nostalgia… it’s a great way to…
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Rain Dance
You are a melody,A soft pitter patter,A gentle good night,Causing dark thoughts to scatter.You are a symphony,A marching band’s cry,Snare drums & symbols,A parade marching by!A flash upon high,Bass drums echoing low,Earth praises your gift,Rivers once again flow.From foggy panes,I watch you perform,Our spirits connect,You are my perfect storm. —Endless Rivers— The “R” word was…
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In the Quiet
In the Quiet,I’m unheard, I’m unseen,I can run, I can twirl,If I want… I can scream.Just me and my thoughts,Far away from the crowd,Dancing in color,And singing out loud. I wanted to whiz past “Q” tonight. I LOVE Quiet. I don’t think quiet is all about lack of noise either. It’s also about peace &…
a sprinkle of faith 