Tag: prose poem
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July 06, 2006 01:17 PM EDT --
My heart is aching
There's so much I want to say
But there's really nothing to say
Because it won't change anything
And at the end of the day
I'm feeling empty and frustrated . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:57 AM EDT --
In the quiet of the dark, I arose. I arose to pitch black slid to grey, hoping for a water color wash. I looked up, hoping for rosy dawn, but did not find her. The impatiens on my balcony opened, . . .
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May 19, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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September 06, 2008 12:44 PM EDT --
The knife maker didn't start out with a perfect knife. He was a keeper of birds and at that time there were birds that came to be known as "jays" which were kept for their feathers-more . . .
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April 29, 2006 09:45 PM EDT --
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter they were wrong. They . . .
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . .
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June 12, 2006 07:59 PM EDT --
Inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Deep Water" by Seal
It's in the very darkness
Where you'll find the silence
Many times it is welcoming
Other times it is deafening . . .
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June 19, 2006 04:18 AM EDT --
Last week I caught Anne and Babe in the bathroom doing crack; I no longer knew who she was. I grounded her; she ran away.
She called from a motel near Venice Beach; she was going to kill herself. . . .
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June 28, 2006 11:33 AM EDT --
When I was in college, when I wanted to write, I would say 'I'm feeling mossy.'
It was an oblique reference to Walt Whitman. More mundanely, I was feeling creative. I made a deliberate . . .
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April 19, 2006 02:52 PM EDT --
Allowed to Dream
©2006, Basil Sands
When I dream
Your face is there before me
Shining, radiant, smiling
Eyes that glow with the sparkle of stars
When I dream
You touch me with . . .
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May 22, 2007 05:49 AM EDT --
Through the night haze
heat grips my neck
my hands,
with folds of the sticky sheet.
Dreams come in color;
perhaps an insight.
The bricked castle that calls me
is seconded,
by a lover who . . .
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November 03, 2008 01:38 AM EST --
A prose poem tells a story with lyricism and poignancy. It's not just taking a piece of writing and calling it thus. There are rules to this form and you can find them here . . . .
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May 02, 2009 05:07 PM EDT --
John watched two leaders preaching to the clamoring crowds below till they died in the dust.
"They've lost," cried John.
"They've won," the . . .
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August 03, 2009 08:20 AM EDT --
Last night an injured, stray dog hobbled onto my path. Devastation struck me as the car
had him. His bloody, broken jaw nearly hung to the ground. Paralyzed by shock we realized
he . . .
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May 25, 2006 12:21 PM EDT --
Dark hair, dark heart
Taking what isn't yours to take
Daddy's little girl
Always get what she wants
Handed on a silver platter
Need someone to take Daddy's place
Gold digger sharpening . . .
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April 27, 2009 05:10 PM EDT --
Dark locusts poured from the portal to hell, chewing the hearts of people instead of crops. John called to the guardian angels for help, but they just turned their backs and the demons ranged wider. . . .
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April 28, 2009 06:43 PM EDT --
“So we suffer because it’s a fallen world?” said John. The angel agreed and John wrote “4” on his page; then “1/4” for the death of an earthly fraction of mankind.
“And we suffer because . . .
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May 01, 2009 07:41 PM EDT --
I've revised this since William reminded me I'd edited out something that I wanted to keep in. Many thanks.
"When will the end arrive?" asked John.
"When . . .
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May 04, 2009 05:44 PM EDT --
Joseph, who dreamed the sun and moon and eleven stars would bow, was sold as a slave.
And now a woman with sun and moon and twelve stars round her head appeared to John. “She’s history,” . . .
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May 08, 2009 04:52 PM EDT --
Three angels proclaimed the story as the fifth text was read from the scroll. Three angels prepared the harvest at the sixth. And seven angels flew with bowls of incense at the seventh.
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