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ode to chocolate :: barbara crooker

I hate milk chocolate, don’t want clouds
of cream diluting the dark night sky,
don’t want pralines or raisins, rubble
in this smooth plateau. I like my coffee… 111 more words

Poems

[poem + recipe] Making Strufoli by Barbara Crooker

Since I welcomed the new year with two Barbara Crooker poems, it’s only fitting that I share another of her gems for my final Poetry Friday post of 2015. 1,162 more words

Poetry Friday

American Life in Poetry: Column 55

 

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

When we’re feeling sorry for ourselves it can help to make a list of things for which we’re grateful. Here is a fine poem of gratitude by… 233 more words

American Life In Poetry

Praying with Fringes 11/06/2015 - They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,
Barbara Crooker

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,
flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek… 154 more words

Definition 355 Atmosphere

Equinox

by Barbara Crooker

Another October. The maples have done their slick trick
of turning yellow almost overnight; summer’s hazy skies
are cobalt blue. My friend has come in from the West, 219 more words

Yellow

"And Now it's October" by Barbara Crooker

the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells, 113 more words

Poetry

Morning Trip (197)

“What can l say, now that summer’s gone, with the weight of its heat,
its thick blanket of humidity, the cacophony of zinnias, marigolds, salvia? 68 more words

Elisa