Tag: sonnet
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Winter Walk: challenge poem #35
must be a dry landwhen right as rain means good I’m a wandering pilgrimwalking wildernesses bright as hellwinter rain feeling wrong as sinjudged by loss and stung by deathstagger through this barren monthfiery as arctic auroras in search of a new flowerto gift my morning-eyed loverand salve her shattered heartwhere we spread the ashesof our…
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Jenny: Challenge Poem #21
Jen, I’ve left you. this note – goodbye, adieuif you need a friend, don’t bother to callI left your number on the wall, wiped itfrom my mind, my heart, my phone and all Jen, you have too much love for just one manas you’ve proved again and again – what cana man do but give…
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Challenge Poem #18
seventeen black birds sitting on lamp postsseven on this side and seven on thatand three down this side next to the four-lanegazing all this direction bold as blue sky hooked necks craning, marking them buzzardsnot ravens, never saying ‘nevermore’and Hitchcock in the passenger seat nodsappreciation, those birds are not his birdsand Kentucky sure ain’t Kansas,…
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Poem 14
I am thinking of time-blindness today:it’s a talent I use at work to while awayhours as my hands do what it is wetrained them: plugging this and that connectorone car per minute or thereabouts – me,I’m a million miles distant as my handsdance their intricate dances, conjectureand narrative and hasty judgement landsmy mind here there…
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Challenge Poem 13
there’s a gene in me wants to hibernateit is not the dog’s cancer-cough todaythat makes me want to stay abed, though thatdoes weigh my heart with utter gravity –it is the dropping temperature and dampof this Kentucky winter day. cold frontmoving in with wind and rain and tonightforecasted for a hard freeze. I’m secondshift, so…
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challenge poem 12
sometimes there’s a yearning. often. sometimesthe need hits too strong to submerge – you musthave a companion for your present debauch:morality does not figure in. Nojudgement -that is, condemnation, anyway –can touch the drunken, dancing sufi self.you dance and sing and no word is profane;you sing your song and dance life’s dance – profoundand sacred…
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Poem 9
oh historic asp of fortune, strike truemy breast and lay me low upon the ages!beside cleopatra, though no lowerpleb than I ever was born. strike true, asp!strike true that I may die with my beloved!strike true that I do leave this tortured worldbehind to the hands of anonymousothers who might or not love with passionall…