Tag: poets weekly muse
member name: Faith H.
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January 31, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
I read the obits today, oh boy,
Culling the debits and credits.
Ticking off the names and ages
Where did she work, why did he die?
Pausing over provenance, age . . .
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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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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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June 23, 2009 07:58 AM EDT --
Flirt with summer skirts
Twirl in orange mango madness
Heat up and cool down.
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February 22, 2008 08:18 PM EST --
Just because there was that imploding
and all encompassing bash of love.
Because there was some reason and rash
decisions made after mad love and sweat.
Just . . .
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July 26, 2008 08:40 PM EDT --
I met him there,
on Mon Louis Island
a not quite island.
Not quite right or
maybe not what
I should have done.
. . .
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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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April 19, 2009 05:27 PM EDT --
I’ve been talking to myself lately
and responding a bit too slowly.
What could be done, had I the answers.
Give it up for the girl, a grand finale.
No more, no less, . . .
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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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June 27, 2008 05:08 PM EDT --
I am drawn to the fragile people,
Those who break down easy.
A harsh word, a stony glance
and they crumble like cookies.
Sweet but vulnerable to the
crunch . . .
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September 20, 2009 06:55 PM EDT --
If she would listen
to old ladies who know.
This is all there is to us,
blood, bones and good hearts.
The best part is the heart,
let it go, let it ramble.
. . .
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July 06, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
The Judas horse is a device used to trap wild horses.
Can you predict the moment,
That last scene of despair and
deception.
Follow me, you say, see the gold, . . .
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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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March 07, 2008 09:30 PM EST --
I'm lonely she said
as we stopped in the square
so she could light a cigarette.
I am too, I replied.
Adrift in midstream, . . .
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March 23, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
There it is, the edge,
What were you thinking
Again the precipice begs.
Come here, see this
Feel this, isn't it good
And just out of reach.
Peer over, . . .
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