Tag: poem
member name: Faith H.
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December 19, 2006 09:39 PM EST --
We were there, at the edge.
Tough, weathered at an early age.
Did we give up, did we sacrifice?
Where were you, near the edge?
We survived, we fought for you.
Riding out beyond the fringe. . . .
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March 03, 2007 07:04 PM EST --
in a blue black space
with a cream center
the blackest blue
an oreo for the night
with a wicked grin
got some milk
moon says yes
dipping and grinning.
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January 11, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
This was first published in September of 2006 here, and remains one of my favorites. It is also a favorite of several dear friends of mine. In the comment section of the first posting, it seems . . .
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July 30, 2007 09:32 PM EDT --
Four stair step girls, baby cheeks and blonde
play in an army blanket tent in the living room
under the card table and call it camping out.
The itchy green wool smells like father
cigarettes . . .
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September 21, 2007 06:29 AM EDT --
Camaieu is a technique that employs two or three tints of a single color other than gray, to create a monochromatic image without regard to local or realistic color . (From Wikipedia) . . .
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December 09, 2007 05:39 PM EST --
It’s a perfect exercise
this cutting and chopping
onions without you.
The grief, the mad
shapes the chopping
makes it all right. . . .
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June 26, 2009 08:53 PM EDT --
The woman next to me at the light has tears streaming down her cheeks. I look away, it's seven a.m. and the morning commute is hell.
She probably had a bottle of cheap red wine and a handful of . . .
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June 29, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
Came kicking and screaming into that new world
changing more than just the attitude in me
Red hair and long legs just like me but yet again
not me, . . .
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July 21, 2007 05:03 PM EDT --
I missed your face today, and
this whole thing seems wrong.
We need to talk, you know
that sudden turn of events.
The leaves are turning and
you aren't here, and I’ve changed.
The . . .
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October 02, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Down here, autumn comes a little slower.
Smells are a bit softer, dreams are a bit bigger.
Waking from a humid summer slumber.
Tiny girls turn cheerleaders in . . .
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December 20, 2008 08:36 PM EST --
A Sunday morning with the Times
and a milk and honey tea.
Contemplating where you've put me
at the end of my rope.
Working the puzzle that life presents . . .
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January 25, 2009 08:28 PM EST --
So glad you showed for the impromptu party
we've set out the spread and wanted to impress.
Did you hesitate at what might have been
an awkward approach to this meeting? . . .
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March 06, 2009 08:25 PM EST --
Because I was alone, I started lists.
Inchoate and lost, they saved me.
Began structuring life around needs,
not wants, coherence in rows.
Ticked the chores and errands one
by one, . . .
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April 14, 2009 10:00 PM EDT --
Was that a door closing?
I just heard a click, but you said
You could see the end, even if
I refused to open up on this side.
If I push hard enough, I might
get a foot in and a free pass. . . .
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January 04, 2008 09:15 PM EST --
Did we not squander all that love
on each other, over and over.
Years of overindulgence in it
bodies pressed too close to stop.
Then suddenly it did not matter . . .
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August 07, 2008 10:07 PM EDT --
I do not want
what I cannot have.
Truism veiled in denial.
Don't show me this.
What I want and
then the closed door.
Take all the dreams
and place . . .
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September 19, 2008 08:53 PM EDT --
Like scrambled eggs,
with toast and jam,
Sunny eggs up with grits
and pancakes and syrup.
Omelettes with ham,
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October 04, 2009 07:31 PM EDT --
Your husband loves me,
or rather the idea of loving me.
He loves you, really, but
bats with me like a cat toy.
The freedom to imagine
created those fanciful dreams. . . .
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August 13, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
There was a time,
but no more,
with your eyes
you knew what.
When eyes show
more than you
know or cared
to share.
No more you
or me or now
no . . .
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October 10, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
You could get it back, that gold chain
where did it go, where was it stashed?
It dropped into a void somewhere out west
and it should have surfaced where it was.
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