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Monthly Archives: July 2020
A Walk in the Woods at Sunset
I sometimes walk at sunset through the long woods up beyond my house where the mournful owl swoops among the darkening trees. I pause and listen to the rustle and scurry of unseen feet, the various mutterings of the forest. … Continue reading
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The Thrill of it All
I miss the thrill of reading to a crowd, that uplift to the ego when, aloud, my verses soar, dip, take flight again – no longer trapped on paper, and it’s then my poem may live or maybe die, crash … Continue reading
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Bedquilts
“At times I felt so happy I had to quit” Carver R Tess Out on the field here at dawn, and the rippled grass and trees stood in small groups of ancient growth, huddling close and a grey mist, laying … Continue reading
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After the pandemic 1
“I will arise and go now” Yeats W.B Innisfree When it’s finally all finished, I dream of heading North Where the wild winds aren’t diminished Where the oceans swirl and roar Where the white … Continue reading
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When The Morning Comes
Written and spoken by Myrna Moore Clouds mass Birds swoop Catching the last of the last seeds from the tree People group Some stare Wondering what could be Could be different From now? They did not see They did … Continue reading
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You could say…
You could say: ‘They came, they saw, they conquered’ but that would not explain how they survived how they thrived Goodbye Farewell So long… bright light skies until… New skies grey – fog – smog drizzle Closed shores ‘No Irish, … Continue reading
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Bluebells
Beating to a different rhythm Listen The earth is breathing In Out In Out Trees steady their stance Branches quiver A pregnant pause Betwixt and between Creeping along the path A blue haze beckons As it stitches a luxuriant Curtain … Continue reading
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Umbilicus
I rise, a latter-day Phoenix, trailing thunder and acetylene flame in my wake, aimed at the broad acres of Heaven. Star traveller, space nomad, technology’s bright archangel, I will fly into God’s blinding eye, the blue eye of genesis. The … Continue reading
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A Perfect Storm
For days the ocean has unleashed its ire, a frenzy born of elemental spite – winds have raged that will not cease or tire till all’s consumed in endless, blackest night. The waves break fiercely on the rocks, and spray … Continue reading
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Aubade – Mourning
Cold and alone The nights without you are long Dawn, like my heart, breaks. Terry Wassall