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Dew Drops Remain
Read more: Dew Drops RemainOnly dew drops now remain atop blades from the torrential rain. The lightning strikes lessen in succession. But the dew remembers from where it came.
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Show’s Over
Read more: Show’s OverThe production commenced with actors on stage portraying the love we once had- the grasp of her cheek, the look in her eyes, as he folded over himself to make her swoon his way. Amongst an empty crowd, the curtain’s now drawn, the actors have gone home, the final act is done, it’s time to…
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With Headphones On… [with audio]
Read more: With Headphones On… [with audio]I cannot help but stop and look at the whispered tapings Pay attention closely to the postings, the most discretely transmitting of all Does it make you shiver? Does it make you quiver? Capturing statistics day by day poem by poem Is it you watching? Is it you listening? Through your pair of headphones, are…
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Recording Sessions [with audio]
Read more: Recording Sessions [with audio]If you’ve ever wondered how a recording session takes place… I set up the laptop, open up GarageBand, plug in the headphones, adjust the mic settings, pull out a poem, and hit Record. I remind myself to speak clearly, to make sure I have the exact tone, to express the meaning of the poem. I…
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Dear love
Read more: Dear loveDear love,Thoughts of you the other day brought smiles. Today thoughts of you produced overrun swells in my eyes. The many years we’ve been separated, but how our hearts have always been close, how many more years will it be like this? Living in fantasy and memories all of the time is no way of…
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Dancing in the Yard
Read more: Dancing in the YardIt was a long summer afternoon;a crackling fire lit the yard.The southern sun was settingwhile I strummed my old guitar. It was her way of moving to the music—she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes.She danced with the slightest sway in her hips,and her heavenly body torched my skies.
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The Warm and Longing Heart
Read more: The Warm and Longing HeartHave you ever used a poem generator? The following was composed with a few nouns and adjectives plugged into a poem generator and written to the structure of Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’. Not something I would normally do to construct a poem, but it may help those looking for ideas.…
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Undying Flame
Read more: Undying FlameImages and words suddenly appear, ones I’ve longed to hear hitting deep as they envelop me.Overwhelming, yet deeply satisfying. Since our last meeting your spirit arrived in the oddest of places: romantic restaurants, quaint cafes, art galleries, long car drives, concert halls, walking in a park, every room of the house, and late at night…
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Him, Me, Us
Read more: Him, Me, UsIt was the rippling in his hair, the currents which ran through him and I caught in his riptide, always wondering if it was true. It was the crinkles in his skin around the eyes, years of wisdom and sun-kissed days, the spaces that I would soon settle in. It was our passion that bonded…
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