The tireless effort
wire wrapped embraces
stone heart.
She longs for something
someone who will repay
the tireless effort,
Some soul
to respond to her
wire wrapped embraces,
Anything to touch her,
to re-awaken her long
stone heart.
(another Cascade poem)
(A cascade poem)
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What it is,
what it isn’t,
converging in a secret wish.
She knew
from the very beginning
what it is,
didn’t let anyone
force her to accept
what it isn’t,
held herself together,
past and future
converging in a secret wish.
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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem. This form was created by Udit Bhatia.
(A cascade poem)
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I waited for you
wishing for a miracle
on that long night
so long ago, and yet
I live in that moment still;
I waited for you,
holding your hand,
counting your breaths
wishing for a miracle.
Hospital bed,
The click of knitting needles,
on that long night.
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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem. This form was created by Udit Bhatia.
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FWIW- we did get the miracle, and four more years.
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Trees are ghost outlines,
frost coated.
Far off, along the lake, the train
hoots a melancholy call.
My feet crunch on a path
that was soft yesterday.
I cannot see the sun,
but it is there.
Perhaps things will be brighter
tomorrow?
Are you related to? she asked
naming names.
Not those.
These, I reply.
Ah! Her!
Yes! So, you’re the writer!
I am.
and she’s a?
Yes.
She said that…
It was actually like this…
Oh!
I am a writer, too
but I’m not published yet.
I can help.
Small town networking.
Each day I arrive here
Look around
and notice it feels less like home.
Remember laughter,
feel their dreaming,
it’s all still here,
but where are my desires leading?
Could this all be coming to a close?
Are talent, skills, and luck
coalescing into
something new?
Your best feet forward
heels tapping
vamp it up
booting out negativity
sole savouring
stepping out
high kicking.
Squeal all together now:
“I LOVE your shoes!”
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(for Flummunity)
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The lake is gone
The sky is gone
The ground is gone
The world has faded into monochrome
I weary of winter.
You,
the mechanical miracle worker,
refuse to accept extermination.
Armed with Youtube videos
and an amp metre
you search for solutions,
find the secret place
frozen peas hide,
discover three decades of debris.
Determination pays:
You sit back, satisfied,
when hum and chilled air,
declare life.
Death defeated.
Obliteration blocked.
Cold box immaculate in revived vitality.
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Remember
the necklace you gave me.
Four golden strands I wanted to love
for your sake.
Every time I wore it,
it turned into a tangled disaster,
wrapped up in itself.
So like us.
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Shawn L. Bird 