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Monthly Archives: December 2011
YEAR’S NADIR
Reclaiming what is mine but metamorphosed, different this time– a stretch sometimes to know that everything’s all right as waning light washes out the winter day and flaming glow grips silhouettes of things on the horizon low and daylight hours … Continue reading
THE HALF-GLASSED QUESTION
The proverbial glass half-empty or hall full did not stop to ask whether empty might not also be free, spacious, full of possibility. . . or full , quite confiningly heavy, burdensome, with hardly an inch of wiggle room. . … Continue reading
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WINTER MORN
low slung sunshine slants down– a zing from blue above. . . beneath my feet– earth wet and grassy spanning, grounding– a squishy firm support, earth’s wintery, watery love and I between the two spark forth in just my very … Continue reading
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REINDEER NAMES
Remember, little reindeer, the ones who call you reindeer names, may, in a day or two invite you to their reindeer games– be patient with them.
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DECEMBER
Poor of light and poor of warmth but rich in dying, bright-colored crisp-baking, -frying last-gasping, slowly falling leaves. . . poor of time and oomph to complete the ordinary, every day and the celebratory tasks which are the year’s end-month … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, POETRY PICNIC GOOSEBERRY GARDEN, Seasons, Week 18
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WILD
Wild +++++the patience +++++of one +++++whose maintenance is rich +++++the boredom +++++of another +++++whose dream has sat so long, +++++it’s getting quite an itch +++++the crestfallen feeling +++++of disappointment +++++of not being seen +++++in a simple peek-a-boo +++++when the grown-up … Continue reading
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SNOW
Snow a dream near my home so rarely ever falling maybe once when I was still growing my home canyon’s white blanketing– and I think next, decades hence– of flakes, perhaps a smattering while I was gone from the scene … Continue reading
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