Category Archives: Poet”s Rally

ON PURPOSE (revised version)

[The original version of this poem first appeared on The Danforth Anchor during a Poet’s Rally in 2011, and contributed to my receiving a Perfect Poet Award for my participation in the rally. The Rally officials awarded poets for their … Continue reading

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FALL INTO ANTICIPATION!

Gleefully anticipate! Hit the dirt! Get out your rake– and clean the land! to smooth in autumn’s order when long-stretched shadows, silhouettes back-dropped by low-slung midday shine and burnt sunsets, dusks that shrink to quick, bringing in the cricket music … Continue reading

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LANDING LIKE A CAT

I stick my foot right through the floor. . . the wood gives way it doesn’t hold me any more. . . I fall with it, but just a bit. . . land on that foot just like a cat– … Continue reading

Posted in Poet''s Rally, Poetry, Week 71 | 6 Comments

LIGHT WAS NOT ALWAYS

Life was not always the light I could almost dream it to be. . . dark pushed me down kept me stuck wasted me to the point of return. . . where I could go back where I’d never been … Continue reading

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I STAND POISED TO OPEN

I stand poised to open. . . like the buds closed, clumped that dot the sticks and twigs that span from trunk to form the arms of winter trees. . . like the feathery seeded head of dandelion before the … Continue reading

Posted in Poet''s Rally, Poetry, Week 62 | 3 Comments

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

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ON PURPOSE

Purpose can cut slow and smooth like water wearing down rock Or fast and rough, like metal hacking or saw-toothing through wood, Or invisibly, it can catch and push like wind that fills and propels a sail to drive a … Continue reading

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