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from the archives – a sonnet to soothe in times like these – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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From the archives – a sonnet to soothe in times like these. Sonnet #38 – Damascene Sonnet. You lose some things you cherish as you pass. Through life’s transitions. Letters you received. May not survive a flood — first drafts of poems. You wrote get lost in shipments — coffee mugs. Disappear, book collections may not stay. Intact when divorce or death parts the waves. Of time. Friendships and associations. You thought would be there in your grayer years. May only survive a season, or not —. Pingback: #Di...
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bus stop sonnet – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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I neither wanted nor needed freedom. In my youth. My brain, on fire, needed. A container with lots of oxygen. To cool and feed its insatiable thirst. For truth. Older now with vision clouded. By smoke and smog, I seek that same freedom. I once disdained, forsook, refused, denied. Older now with knees that ache at the thought. Of bridging the divides that hide inside. My conversations – wait! At its destination at last! Shuttle to catch, one more chapter to read,. One more sonnet of love or fate to extract.
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The real 2017 poem – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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The real 2017 poem. Life is all about accepting. Apologies that are never spoken,. They ought to have been,. And choosing to forgive. When it may not be deserved,. And trying to avoid. Mistakes our fathers made,. And navigating around the taboos. That attempt to assail us. You know what I mean? It’s like we have to premeditate. The evils lurking just around the corners. Of our lives. All the time. I don’t want to sound polemic,. Certainly not didactic –. Words with Greek origins. So I’ll not romp. You ar...
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from the archives – “Three-fourths Time” – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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From the archives – “Three-fourths Time”. I used to call it sing-songy French,. The occasional sweet things you’d say. In your deep southern, swing low tone. We lost all contact over the years:. Marriages, divorces, voyages,. Wars and rumors of wars,. Storms and floods and broken dikes. And now we are too aged. To put the scattered pieces back. Into their right places. While scattered, these random pieces. Of our lost love – words, verses –. Refuse to go away completely,. So we stare at them, the pieces,.
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Sunday’s Sonnet – Conclusions are my weakness (superpower) – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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Sunday’s Sonnet – Conclusions are my weakness (superpower). Thumbing slowly through the pages and pages. Of my various attempts at poetic expression,. It’s patently clear why you might question. If I am on and off my modern medications. But the vitamins and various supplements. I take don’t really count as medicine. So my highs and lows and euphoric states. Must require a different explanation. Conclusions, you see, are my weakness (superpower) –. I’ll come right out and own it and admit it –. Leave a Re...
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from the archives … – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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From the archives …. 8230;to be included in my upcoming 2nd collection, “Sonnets That Survived the Flood: and other poems.”. Http:/ www.modpoblogrollandpoetryblog.org/2015/03/1.html. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). October 31, 2016. October 31, 2016. March 12, 2017.
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A New Year’s Day Poem – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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A New Year’s Day Poem. Your eyes – so steely dark and determined –. A bit too young for the roads you’ve travelled. You asked me about your lips, about my notice. Of their curvature – and those curly locks. That frame, adorn such perfect symmetry. Our conversation could last forever,. Or at least three more years inside a chat box –. And yes, I could write you a poem – a couple. Of Rondeaux or a sonnet on my own terms? Yet all my bad poetry – encouraged. And inspired by exclamations of puppy love,. You a...
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from the archives – #ThisIsMyPoetryBlog
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The first poem I remember studying. In high school was Charge of the Light Brigade. That was poetry. And Thanatopsis. That was poetry too. In college I met. A girl who could recite them both by heart. That was true love at first sight. But she said. Her mother told her she should never date. A poetry-writing man. I digress. Good poems have charm and personality,. Like trees, that can shelter you in a storm. And precision, biting multiple times. In the same spot to send its venom true. January 4, 2017.
