Tag: memoir
group name: theromantics
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October 03, 2008 07:08 PM EDT --
I was writing while making soup the other day. Perhaps those reading this will wonder at the method one would use to do such a thing but I cannot answer; it merely happened and was not premeditated. As . . .
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December 11, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
T he S pirit of red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
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May 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
poet II
( To John F W )
True picture whispers,
A maestro's pen scurries on,
Drops of ink on sand.
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A telephone rings,
Instrument rings like a . . .
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November 14, 2008 12:00 AM EST --
After she stepped onto the health club patio and commented "It's less windy out here", after I lowered the book and my eyes walked up long tan legs that wouldn't quit, after . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s . . .
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July 17, 2009 06:46 AM EDT --
Silence for God
(To Nancy Silveria)
We have erased our words with more words then when you have pointed that out,
or that we are buried under words,
we have tried to scream, . . .
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September 22, 2009 09:22 AM EDT --
incautious adventures
The birdbath has a lonely crow
with the dark and wet feathers
of the one who survives.
She talks with the panes, talks in
cellphones with the cautious . . .
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
While my nearly-obsolete HP laptop has many charms of its own, there is something wonderful about a clean, new notebook, thick with blank, clear paper just waiting to be written upon. The line of the . . .
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August 29, 2008 02:12 PM EDT --
Having just recovered from the flu, I am highly enjoying the irony of having scads of time to write, yet being unable to do so. One is perfectly able to write away while sick, but exhaustion, mucus . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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November 24, 2008 06:30 AM EST --
Answer of the heart
Still you would have said you don't care.
The suitcase has been fed with his signs of life.
A crow at the window sill
is warning you of a loss. Agony.
Moments are . . .
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December 10, 2008 09:37 PM EST --
Traveler
"You've brought us luck."
But, alas a traveler can not linger.
"It's not proper to send off
amid drops of tear."
Whining of wind travels . . .
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May 25, 2009 06:01 AM EDT --
Kitchen and sundial
( To Alison and the surreal circus-IV )
Reeling in, rolling in the scene, words, smells, senses
she looks at, what seems like misguided tour of ruins; . . .
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June 02, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Calendar
A few more steps towards back
where he came from
where still a delicate hand is
waiting untouched
because he had not been wise in the past.
He smiled at the calendar. . . .
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December 14, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
Fa ctory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, . . .
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December 15, 2008 10:03 PM EST --
Waiting for an appointment
A surprise pond at the backyard
of the building. Nobody can
think there is a green blue flow of
breath, cool.
I place my palms on the glass panes. . . .
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December 20, 2008 10:54 PM EST --
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For ever autumn at the park
Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.
They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,
in slow motion fall on your hair,
stay . . .
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June 17, 2009 05:48 AM EDT --
Callous
Every tiny things matter in a young world, and then with callous eyes, he is used to pick days and nights as they pass him, as they pass beyond.
Sometimes he panics, fears that she'll . . .
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July 30, 2008 01:17 PM EDT --
We may never go back to plain, old romance fiction. (tongue in cheek) Historical fiction with several dashes of romance seems far more rewarding to write, read back and edit; rewarding, . . .
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May 28, 2009 06:57 AM EDT --
Tasmanian Devil, d ying
The smell of food is changing course with wind,
the weathercock seems to chase its own tail;
I can smell you too, watching for a devil.
What bullet . . .
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