Tag Archives: Poetic Asides prompts

The Things We Forgot

{Blame the Rain} .. I forgot to tell you that I will always remember the way your grin held up the sky. You forgot to say good -bye, but I can forgive you that for the way the whoooosh of … Continue reading

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Quietus

Oh death, where is your sting? – I Corinthians 15:55 And death I think is no parenthesis – E.E. Cummings  .. We dress it in black. Night. Un -known. We give it a scythe, a sickle, the fickle heart of … Continue reading

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First Dance

{1984}   .. We are all stiff arms and too-long limbs and sweaty palms and Lionel is belting out Hello and I just know everybody is watching and I’m not even really sure I like you anymore and then the … Continue reading

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a mishmash of blues

.. indigo done left me again, stranded on shifting sands. the world’s gone all gray tones again, sifted through empty hands. turquoise beat has done me wrong, imprinted on my heart. midnight’s spilled her way to sky, abandoned us from … Continue reading

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Renovating Dawn

(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading

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As Crazy As We’ll Ever Be

.. Can you see us? Sitting there with the whirl -wind in our hair and time to spare and the summer stretched out long and lean. We’ve howled all night at a curious moon and danced half ……………..(crazy) naked under … Continue reading

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(l)onely poem

.. this poem is all by its lone -some self, some semblance of assem -bled phrases on a shelf. in a void. annoyed. this poem is a single sigh -lent scream, a scene from a one -act play with no … Continue reading

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