Tag: imagery
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April 27, 2008 12:49 AM EDT --
we never went anywhere
where we could slow dance
where in the middle of everyone
where we had the privacy
of the dance floor
where i could whisper the desire that
goes with hips . . . more
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January 21, 2008 11:10 AM EST --
Color of a Peach
Color of a peach
Downy skin newly rouged
Tender golden flesh
Sweet heartache on the lips
Round woman fruit
Color of a peach
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April 16, 2008 03:05 PM EDT --
i am thinking
what a wonderful job it would be to be
the choreographer for your undies
to design show tunes that have your
bra and panties rolling and twirling
making them dance through . . . more
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June 08, 2008 03:41 AM EDT --
i like a bass line that
crawls all over your skin
and covers you up like
a melody
i like a hot june night and
too much single malt scotch
i'm too good at
spending too much . . . more
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November 06, 2007 09:51 PM EST --
I can see the light
the clarity, the relief
the life that is mine.
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December 09, 2007 10:07 PM EST --
i dance, you dance, he
danced until I was no more
pluperfect dance floor
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January 31, 2008 11:15 PM EST --
"AAAAAHHH-choooo!"
My husband and I grimaced at each other before we leapt into action.
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August 24, 2008 08:05 AM EDT --
dog guarding owners
scares beautiful deer away
they scamper in fright
more
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May 25, 2007 05:10 AM EDT --
Sighs
Wind chimes tinkle sadly
to toll the passing
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August 18, 2007 09:48 AM EDT --
Terra firma, Firm terra,
Dusty earth beneath our unsure feet.
Autumnal breeze,
Whisper of branches trembling free
On the edge of a sturdy oak.
Sun drenched desert hovers,
Casts shadows on steeple . . . more
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January 31, 2008 08:55 PM EST --
Buried memories, like the old peir supports of Doc's Landing, tumble in my head like so many grains of sand. I grew up on this point. I remember a time when it was full of life and laughter. Now it . . . more
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July 01, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
you are leaning against the truck
drinking water, tired from a hike
your legs are muddy
your hair is sweaty and pressed
where your hat had rested
the sun is setting
the lake takes on . . . more
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September 26, 2007 06:33 PM EDT --
[This seems to be another in an unintended series about time. I don't know. Perhaps it is fascination with the subject, or perhaps it is desperation at being temporarily unable to come . . . more
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June 06, 2008 12:36 AM EDT --
like the distance between
lust and science fiction
pleasure like
a come from behind win
traveling
and sending you the image
that makes mid-life glamour
appealing
hanging a . . . more
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September 29, 2006 09:15 PM EDT --
The Ontology of Dreams
Centering out from the widening spiral,
phantom bits of fear and memory
Feeling my way into new rooms, new adventures, ways of being
It was important to lock the door . . . more
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November 03, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
delusions whisper
quietly screaming my name
crying, laughing, mad
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February 08, 2008 11:42 PM EST --
pretending again
presuming the fond farewell
kisses warm, absent
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March 06, 2008 12:32 AM EST --
InfranView is a great freeware program that you can download at http://www.irfanview.com and have a really fun time playing with and distorting your own images, as well as using it for normal, . . . more
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May 03, 2008 12:31 PM EDT --
I, like many writers, enjoy watching and listening to everything around me, seeking inspiration for my next story. We would . . . more
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September 06, 2008 02:02 AM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to my sweet daughter, Jenna. It's theme is literally taken from a visit to her back yard garden.
We have always had birds in the garden, . . . more
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