Tag: thirteen blackbirds review
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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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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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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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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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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April 27, 2008 03:42 PM EDT --
We drove, once, from Helberskov to Skagen.
To seek the end of the peninsula, to see two seas.
A sullen spouse, crazed children. And me.
And me. I was there, but just. There. . . .
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May 20, 2008 08:52 PM EDT --
A tribute to Walter Inglis Anderson, a kindred soul
A barricade, a requirement,
A need or a want.
Give me the need and want.
Crawling into a quiet space
. . .
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June 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
There the slope, the angle
your cheek I glanced at,
sly, drinking it all in.
A pillow crease endears
you to me with aching
and wondering how.
The first . . .
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May 10, 2008 08:31 PM EDT --
I am watching the odometer
running the miles away from
the last embrace of you.
It clicks another fifty and
then it turns over another
thousand minus you.
And sure memory travels . . .
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April 06, 2008 07:01 PM EDT --
April has been designated as Poetry Month by the Academy of American Poets . April 17th is the day to carry a poem in your pocket to share with friends and family.
One of my favorite poems is . . .
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