#PoemsAbout #ItWillDo
#DeadLetters
In his anger, he whispers
that living with her is like inhabiting
one of her terminally unfinished epistolary novels.
He'd love her to end it.
Address it. Stamp it. Confess something. Then decide whether it deserves to arrive.
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#DeadLetters
In his anger, he whispers
that living with her is like inhabiting
one of her terminally unfinished epistolary novels.
He'd love her to end it.
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#PoemsAbout
#YouShouldntHave
#itWillDo
You shouldn't have
Remembered
That today was a day
You were supposed to forget.
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#YouShouldntHave
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You shouldn't have
Remembered
That today was a day
You were supposed to forget.
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#Stand
She stands in her garden
Face to face with an ancient
oak tree.
An oak tree that is happy to stand
Still
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#ItWillDo
#Stand
She stands in her garden
Face to face with an ancient
oak tree.
An oak tree that is happy to stand
Still
#DogTags
#ItWillDo
Metal mirrors in minuscule
Tell me who I am
And, now, who I was.
I was not a soldier.
#DogTags
#ItWillDo
Metal mirrors in minuscule
Tell me who I am
And, now, who I was.
I was not a soldier.
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#ItWillDo
#Spent
They watch the match burn down
pegged to separate seasons,
The one burgeoning, nest building, bright bud of a primrose.
The other, still shackled to winter,
Exhausted.
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#Spent
They watch the match burn down
pegged to separate seasons,
The one burgeoning, nest building, bright bud of a primrose.
The other, still shackled to winter,
Exhausted.
We
danced on the apex;
Did not fall.
We
leaped from rooftop to
rooftop to rooftop -
our wings reflecting
both sun
and
Moon.
We
danced on the apex;
Did not fall.
We
leaped from rooftop to
rooftop to rooftop -
our wings reflecting
both sun
and
Moon.
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#PoemsAbout
#EarnTheRight
#ItWillDo
Throughout her long long life
she has perfected
multiple variations on the
Shrug
She reserves the right
to apply
all
Or none
In the general direction of
Her final breath.
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#EarnTheRight
#ItWillDo
Throughout her long long life
she has perfected
multiple variations on the
Shrug
She reserves the right
to apply
all
Or none
In the general direction of
Her final breath.
Old Man
Old Woman
Holding hearts tight in the face of a final forever
They won't last 'till Christmas
Said their parents, sixty years ago.
Old Man
Old Woman
Holding hearts tight in the face of a final forever
They won't last 'till Christmas
Said their parents, sixty years ago.
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#ItWillDo
That perfect afternoon
when they traded scar for
scar - blood-twins -
over and over and over and over
And now, at night, all she can hear
is the cry of the owl, of the
fox
and the long thin wail of the last train home.
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#ItWillDo
That perfect afternoon
when they traded scar for
scar - blood-twins -
over and over and over and over
And now, at night, all she can hear
is the cry of the owl, of the
fox
and the long thin wail of the last train home.
My dear oak tree
Asked of me
Why she
- Alone - stood still
Until
She saw
- One foot on the floor -
A woman at prayer for a stillness To share.
Write into the interference.
The hiss between words.
Signals crossed. Messages stalled.
What won’t resolve. What keeps buzzing.
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Take care with each other.
My dear oak tree
Asked of me
Why she
- Alone - stood still
Until
She saw
- One foot on the floor -
A woman at prayer for a stillness To share.
#memorial
#ItWillDo
It was a lovely sending off
they said
last week
after the funeral.
Sadly
the mourner who passed on
a virus
owes me two concerts' worth
of beautifully unsung music.
#memorial
#ItWillDo
It was a lovely sending off
they said
last week
after the funeral.
Sadly
the mourner who passed on
a virus
owes me two concerts' worth
of beautifully unsung music.
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#BlackVeils
#ItWillDo
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Hiding in the corners
Hiding in the walls
Hiding in the ivies
As the barn owl calls
Hiding behind broken breath
A gasp, a scream, a sigh
Behind her veil she asks her riddle
Who am I ?
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#BlackVeils
#ItWillDo
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Hiding in the corners
Hiding in the walls
Hiding in the ivies
As the barn owl calls
Hiding behind broken breath
A gasp, a scream, a sigh
Behind her veil she asks her riddle
Who am I ?