Posts tagged ‘Poetry’
Jul 20
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t-shirts,
t-shirts?
In the back of my mind
And now I find myself weak-kneed
Dust
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I gaze upon the room,
and lifetimes spent here
shift across my vision.
I cross the creaking
floorboards, hay-covered,
and open spaces gape up
at me like some wide
and toothless grin.
I grope along walls
all newsprint papered,
fingers peeling back
a layer of years,
and the yellowed records
of days gone by
leave their handprints on me.
I breathe in the dust
of so many lives past,
and their memories,
floating in the air around me,
swirl ‘round and then,
catching in some slanted ray,
shine one still moment
and flutter silent
to the ground.
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Jun 29
What’s in a Word?
just words
words that I like
words that sound like what they are
words that sound like they taste
words that roll off the tongue
words that are a feast, in and of themselves
orange
enamoured
cool
quinine
hush
pulsating
rhythmic
devine
if you’re a writer of any kind
you know the power of words
not just their meanings
but their structure
how long they are or short they are
or easily comprehended
or hard to digest
Righteous
brittle
colloquial
sob
thunderous
M’s bring your voice down like the mumbled murmurs of a murderous mob
S’s are sssslinky and sssslithery and they sssslide down your gullet
gullet – now that’s a good word
Z’s are more zingy and zippy and even a bit zesty
they’re zealous and so full of zeal
violet
velocity
vindictive
vicious
vociferous
V’s are so very very vivacious!
eviscerate
wretched
absinthe
incinerate
loath
why are so many words I like creepy
harbor
grace
tadpole
elation
how is it that a few simple words can
brighten my mood or make me feel good
or make me feel better about myself
quill
fortitude
brazier
scrumptious
quiver
bulbous
some words are fun to say
and some are fun to mean
flatulence
transient
rhubarb
gelatinous
sensual
lugubrious
words are flexible and versatile
and interpretive and so powerful
even though they’re just words
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Jun 19
lightening bug in a jar
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I run to catch more of the same
on cooling grasses of a summer’s evening,
the Earth’s carpet beneath my feet.
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I watch my own private light show
flying up and down, straight and squiggly,
growing brighter and brighter on the darkening day.
Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I check the air holes one more time…
then I lay my head back,
eyes fluttery with sleep…
holding on to the remnants of the day,
and envisioning all her promises…
should the morning keep them.
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Item of interest:
Lightening bugs or fireflies? by Todd Pack
Dance of the Fireflies (The Brown Road Chronicles)
Twanglish Lesson: Lightnin’ Bug (real-southern.com)
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steadily skipping stones 