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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label photograph prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photograph prose. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

Tree-o-let

photograph courtesy of Diana Lee

 Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood
Sheltering the fawn and doe
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Pine scented nests on earth below
Let doubters stand where Thoreau stood
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood.

submitted to Photograph Prose

Friday, April 29, 2011

Run, Rabbit

This is a poem I wrote for a very special friend. Please visit Photograph Prose to read it and see the accompanying photo by Diana Lee. You may leave comments on the Photograph Prose site. Thanks. -lolamouse

Run, Rabbit

also submitted for The Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Sunday, February 13, 2011

We're Still Here (For David)

photograph by Augusto Gandia at Photograph Prose
It's four a.m. and I'm awake again
My mind keeps replaying how it could have been
But then I count your breaths like I'm counting sheep
And pretty soon I'm smiling and I'm falling asleep

We're still here
We're still here, babe

They say a tree grows stronger in the broken parts
I guess that it's the same way with broken hearts
And though we've hurt each other some along the way
My love for you keeps getting stronger every day

And we're still here
We're still here, babe

And who would've thought that the boy from the band
Would fall for the girl who couldn't carry a tune
But now you've got me dancing under the stars
Singing silly love songs up to the moon

So now I don't care if the world stops spinning
'Cause I would still wake up in the morning grinning
I know that other loves may have come to an end
But I'm sticking with you because you're my best friend

Yes, we're still here
We're still here, babe
We're still here
We're still here, babe
Yeah, we're still here.

submitted for Jingle Poetry, Poetry Potluck 22: Love, Bonds and Relationships
submitted to Photograph Prose
submitted to Thursday Think Tank, #42 Love at Poets United



On 4/25/11 my husband and I celebrated our 18th anniversary! I am so thankful to have him in my life.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

October Moon

Autumn wind brings you back
Like the fallen leaves
Ghosts of the dead, unborn
Ghosts of those not mourned

I hear your whispers
I feel you inside
Come back to haunt
The house where you died

Scraped clean like a Halloween pumpkin
Trick or treat; no one’s home
It’s been 30 years
Leave me alone

I danced with the Devil
Drank the witches’ brew
I howl in the nighttime
Beneath the October moon

submitted to PhotographProse on 1/20/2011
Photograph Stylist: Linda Gaspich
Prose Stylist: lolamouse