Springwater Farm Poetry

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Chords of Emotion

Fine hands playing the chords of our emotions lovers lightly stroking the strings of our sensuality perceived enemies beating these same strings with the merest hint of forward engagement. Loved ones strumming out melodies in glances, hugs, with gentle contact of a finger Acquaintances and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Walking Tall A Little While Longer

Walking up the glistening road tall and strong, moving through the devastation, dead bodies littering the ditches, wounded children strapped down to papoose boards and stretchers; those that are conscious calling out for comfort; some merely mewling like kittens seeking their mothers’ teats.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Across the way

Hi sits near the window every day surrounded by gorgeous plants and pale, sallow women He works his two computers as though he were sculpting fine art. His work area is always tidy, far more than controlled chaos He rarely closes his blinds like so many others He never polishes his glasses nor takes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Listening from Afar

triangles tinkling tiny voices piping the sounds all floating down the hall bells ringing multitudinous voices screaming ricocheting around the hall sibilant whispers smothered chuckles notes scribbled scurrying down the hall weary sighs gentle nods vacant smiles soothing the tortured hall windows... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Niter, natter

Nitter natter, pitter patter those are the sounds falling down around masking the humanity within serious stuff, not to be dismissed but rolling off their backs like water on so many ducks Nitter natter, pitter patter those are the sounds falling down around masking the humanity within Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Spring is coming

Bright snow, clinging to the north side of bare branches straining toward the sun streaming down from the heavens reaching for the coming warmth that will bring the thaw, the ephemeral melting which bathes the world in new spring green tremulous as a new born calf bawling for its mother muddy trails... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 29, 2008

each wrong step

Dreams of love long lost lives changed by the smallest event fantasy figures drifting through consciousness coming to rest in bright, plain view reliving the sense that anything is possible even if hard work is all that stands in the way regrets for the past melt into recognition of each wrong step... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Two spiders

there are two spiders living outside my window spinning their webs vaguely connected they stop every morning around eleven A.M. and have a backyard chat one can almost see their tiny coffee cups and the exchange of gossip while sitting on their lightly waving gossamer webs Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Somebody else’s snot rag: a pet peeve of mine!

sitting on the table, a little puff of white innocent and soft looking not a mar in sight somebody else’s snot rag, gross with bilious greenness lurking inside the puffy white bag couldn’t bring myself to pick it up not even to throw it away couldn’t bring myself to pick it up so here it sits, again... Sign in to see full entry.

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