Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving


Writing poetry and taking photographs has taught me to take the time to look around each day. I have seen many beautiful things that way, including some things in my own backyard.

Here's looking at you!


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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Feel of Paper


The Feel of Paper

I want the feel of
paper as I turn the page.
Lift the corner, slide
my fingers across the
words and flip to
the other side.

Crack the spine
of the new and
smell the ink.
Coddle those whose
binding life has broken
and bear witness to their stains.

There is enough
plastic in my day.
I want the feel of
paper as I turn the page.

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Thursday, November 17, 2016

We Never Know


We Never Know

The flower broke.
For days, it endured
the hot sun,
the whipping wind,
the beating rain.

Today, the flower broke.
The bloom bowed and
could no longer rise.

Who knows what made
 the difference from
 one day to the next?
We never know.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The Force of the Wind



The Force of the Wind

The flag hangs
limply on the pole.
It gets a lift
from the light breeze
but quickly sags
back down.
The velocity is
not strong enough
to make the cloth
extend, flap and snap.

There have been
other times like this.
The flag has learned
to rise each day and
remain visible until
it catches the full
force of the wind
once again.

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016

In This World


In this World

I am in residence
in this world
for an unknown time.
What will I make of it?

In this world,
I try to find my
way every day.

For an unknown time,
I have the opportunity
to carve out a life.

What will I make of it?
All that is certain is
that it will be mine.

The poetic form used for this poem is called a Trimeric.

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Thursday, November 3, 2016

Apples


Apples

An apple a day
may come in
different ways.

Whole, halved
or quartered.
Bright red, golden
or granny green.

Sliced in a pie
like Mom used
to make, topped
with ice cream
or cheddar cheese.

Turned into cider,
warmed and spiced
or cold and fermented.

The appeal is
in the variety.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Fire in the Trees


Fire in the Trees

Fall sets the
trees on fire.
Sparks of red,
yellow and orange
spring up and spread
through the leaves
until the branches
are ablaze.
Time is the
extinguisher,
the signal to let go.

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