Tag: poetry
member name: Penina F.
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May 22, 2007 03:12 AM EDT --
Was it for nothing in particular
or for the swollen flood of fragments
I can no longer count as memories
that love comes more easily,
and love for more things
with fewer apologies,
less camouflage,
more . . .
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May 27, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
The sweetness of a
gruff man singing while he plays
a black piano.
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November 13, 2006 05:32 PM EST --
I love not literature
Although there was a time I did chase
Form and pathos, passion, plot and rhyme
Down labyrinthine hours.
No, it is the letters,
Solitary, neat, and bunched together
Tightly . . .
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August 13, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
SNAP:
I spread them out
as if upon a tablecloth,
a canvas, thin, unprimed,
but painted with the tenderest and
most raw little visions.
They are naked to the luminous, indifferent eye
that will not eat, . . .
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November 17, 2006 04:11 PM EST --
There is a name for that thing
that is both practical and perilous,
beautiful and treacherous,
comforting and poisonous.
Today I am a moth, having
the hardest time discerning
the moon from near
a thousand . . .
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December 28, 2006 07:54 AM EST --
SHE DOES NOT RHYME
With Thanks to Georgia O'Keefe and the Empress Card of the Tarot (3)
The Nerve!
She JUST CHOSE the most beautiful color she could.
How Dare She!!
As if Life would permit us . . .
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June 15, 2007 10:03 AM EDT --
So many things have happened that no one knows about.
They didn't make the news. They left no artifacts.
They didn't live to tell the tale, or were considered unremarkable
at the time.
The exhibitionist . . .
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November 22, 2006 09:13 PM EST --
Piano picking
plink plunk plink plunk plink: Thoughtful
touches, gentle notes.
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October 25, 2006 04:56 AM EDT --
Why did I keep it, and why did I let it go?
Through how many years and cities did I carry the book?
Gazing with anticipation at the pictures
but never quite finding the expected thing
and always believing . . .
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November 05, 2006 09:54 AM EST --
Because I came ready for a fight
Nobilized the misery
Clung to the loneliness
Felt sorry for myself
A thick and smoky film
Dropped heavily
On any sanity
I may have brought or conjured
In this damn town . . .
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September 27, 2006 02:37 PM EDT --
I feel the need to apologize.
I keep meaning to write you a poem, because that's important.
But I want to take my son to a star party, and won't have time
to write about what I'll see in the . . .
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October 19, 2006 02:35 PM EDT --
It was once a grid of pencil lines on yellow paper
but is now squeezed into braid;
And the braid is squeezed into a tight, strong chord,
if just a little frayed.
The squeezing keeps on pressing
at high . . .
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October 19, 2006 02:44 PM EDT --
He carries the two-gallon jug of laundry liquid as if it were a bagle in a paper bag.
It's got this funny plastic cap on it, with the latest laundry gimmick jingling inside,
guaranteed.
I pour mine . . .
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