The last time
I was here,
you
were
here,
too.
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(In response to a WritersDigest.com prompt)
poem- joy in an email
Your words are joy
Not just the message in them
but the fact you composed them
for me.
I am grateful
that you are in my world,
that you take time to write
for me.
poem- on the edge November 2, 2013
On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
poem- reminiscence
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The rain on this sky light
makes me long for
pattering on the tin roof,
a warm wood stove,
old friends
from then.
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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.
Oh look! It was for sale again! http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993. I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom. Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it). I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs! We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way. I wonder where their living room furniture is? >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place. Sometimes I still dream of this house.
poem- grey
Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
poem- perspective October 31, 2013
Honey lips
wake me
to a dreamy reality:
Unexpected pleasures,
moonlight impressions.
Your laughter
invites me to discover
a new perspective.
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quote- fly off
Apollinaire said
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They said, “We are afraid.”
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They came.
He pushed them…
and they flew
-Christopher Logue
This the essence of teaching: challenging our students to take a risk, so they can achieve more than they ever thought was possible.
A Hallowe’en story October 30, 2013
Time for the annual re-blog of my Hallowe’en poem… 😉 Have fun!
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This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin.
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.
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Harold was out driving
Along a country lane
The fog was rolling thickly
The moon was on the wane
A crash rang through the forest
As a tree fell on the road
Harold’s heart was pounding
He looked for an abode
There off in the distance
He saw a flickering light
He headed off toward it
While pushing down his fright
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin
The other side is closer
So fear wells from within
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The walk went on forever
Though it hadn’t seemed that far
Was the light moving also?
Soon he lost sight of his car.
A crunching noise behind him
Made him jump in fear
A huffling breath was panting
The thing was very…
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This needs to be watched. October 29, 2013
Shane Koyczan is from my home town. He is a powerful poet.
Shawn L. Bird 