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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The Night I Fell

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The night I fell
the snow sparkled like stars-
swinging from tree limbs,
dancing on the frozen earth
The air was cold
but the wind held her breath
as you kissed me
under the winking moon
Later, great gulps of hot chocolate
warmed our lips and throats
The dark December night
embraced us
as we embraced each other,
skin on skin.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says, "Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy"

Sunday, May 18, 2014

For Allison on Graduation



The summer's heat can melt away the time
Remembering when you were still a child
When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine

I crave the hours that moved so slow and mild
When days were filled with toys and song and play
Remembering when you were still a child

If I could keep the coming months at bay
I'd relive every minute spent with you
When days were filled with toys and song and play

I crave the time when it was just we two
And when you leave to live life on your own
I'll relive every minute spent with you

I beam at how you've blossomed as you've grown
So proud to see the woman you are now
And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll marvel at the seasons past and how
The summer's heat can melt away the time
So proud to see the woman you are now
When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Terzanelle

Thursday, May 15, 2014

True Confessions

Some nights
after the lights are off
 I fall asleep
while my husband talks to me
Sometimes
I wake myself up
and he doesn't even notice
Other times
I start to snore.

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I ate an entire box of Better Cheddar crackers
in one day
This happened more than once.

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People say
I'm a good listener
This is true
This is also true:
Sometimes
I pretend to listen
while my mind is elsewhere
I am good at this.

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Monday, May 12, 2014

The Leaves Have Eyes

The leaves have eyes
You think no one sees what you do
You are wrong
The leaves are thousands of silent witnesses
They write my story in bark etchings
that you can't decode
The roots remember everything
When you say that I best be careful or
you'll bury me in the ground where no one
will find me, I just smile
The trees will know
They're waiting for me.