Tag: free verse
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March 13, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
The valley quail has fed the cannibal owl
and flecks red spots into a round mandala on
snow-bright squares of ground where grass roots
thatch the roof of worms' worlds and sundered
wings turn . . .
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November 07, 2009 10:41 AM EST --
Don't Give Up
Read a book, read the news, get discouraged, don't give up.
Write for fun, write for work, with pen in hand, don't give up.
Sepia w orld , . . .
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March 19, 2007 09:20 PM EDT --
cold snowrain dances out my window,
pushes crocus further toward the mantle;
I await the hush,
when sunlight streams,
world stops,
holds its breathe a moment in eternity,
while the purple pupa
pushes . . .
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March 29, 2007 08:16 AM EDT --
Dangerous Liaisons
Clouds frowned and spilled their tears,
leaves drooped and wind screamed
purple skies sobbed . . .
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November 30, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
The Skater
by Marianne McNamara
When blue twilight wrapped the house
and I waited for the rest of them
to come back from school and jobs and errands
(strange that I should . . .
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December 02, 2007 12:54 PM EST --
The National Weather Service Issues A Winter Storm Watch
Anticipation hovers at the edges of the heavy gray sky
electric with the faint throb of far-off energy and static.
. . .
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January 24, 2009 07:24 AM EST --
In my town, there is a temple on the top of a hill. On special occasions, the temple priest performs prayers before the idol of the deity. He recites the prayers in Sanskrit, which is . . .
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November 16, 2009 04:13 PM EST --
Chip-aap, chip-aap, all through the Yang form.
Could be a squirrel. Could be a cat, chip-aap, chip-app.
A sparrow with H1N1, chip-aap.
Ho tai chi , and look up, all there is to see
In . . .
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July 10, 2008 03:19 PM EDT --
The flame in my heart still burns
Like the waterbug living in my desk drawer
Surviving on whatever crumbs it finds
My heart is as indestructible
As a cockroach
Never showing itself . . .
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May 29, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
"Crystal clear" repeats in my mind,
Your lenses, crystal clear--
Twin orbs of blue, polished by tears
Of your lovely making
To tease my heart to plead for you
To spend eternity
With . . .
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July 27, 2007 02:09 AM EDT --
You can't catch the sun
with yellow chalk on beige sidewalk
it may just be better to
spin in the grass
until your skin is red
and your clothes are muddy,
to run without shoes
until your soul . . .
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July 28, 2007 06:57 AM EDT --
Blue, blue, a baby blue,
Is a boy dressed in sailor blues;
The word pops from the mouth, like blowing raspberries.
Blue, blue, is a baby boy
Whom we chuck under the chin
To make him laugh. . . .
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January 01, 2008 06:53 PM EST --
THIRTY-SIX YEARS
by Marianne McNamara
We eat in easy silence; homemade chicken soup
golden with egg noodles and crusty French bread.
Pale lamplight outlines his craggy . . .
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January 02, 2008 01:20 AM EST --
I sit on on the banks waiting
storms rage and pull me down
tumbling and turning downstream
to unknown waters
and rest on the bottom of a pool
submerged
dreaming of calm
. . .
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January 07, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, . . .
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February 08, 2008 02:32 PM EST --
Look at the sky
and track a pink tricycle's skidded scrubs
of white knobby tires through blue today.
Let cold seep up
through a slab to ankles, remind of knees -
what . . .
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February 08, 2008 06:38 PM EST --
I will tell you how I mark my place,
even though the act may send shivers
along vertebrae and arms,
set fingers of book lovers all atremble,
whether burly-knuckled, talcum sleek, or parchment . . .
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May 02, 2008 03:58 AM EDT --
Quicksand at Night
The sand is inanimate. It has no soul.
Its speckles of silica and shell swirl
In the gritty Moon-drawn tide,
Rise and fall without pity
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July 23, 2008 04:58 AM EDT --
A Vacant Chamber
He did not tell her the truth.
He let her think the seashell's whisper . . .
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July 18, 2006 05:21 AM EDT --
Her golden kissed hair holds her ears at ransom,
Rhythmic breaths rappel against my cheekbone,
The pulsing landscape of her line,
Ebing and flowing like ocean's tide,
My fingertips . . .
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