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Fencing.

We are fencing, you know.

You with your cheery countenance

acting

like a friend but keeping me –

my whole being –

at épée’s end. 24 more words

Poetry

This light...

This

is the light you must save

as it soaks into your skin,

let it autumn in, this ease

after summer’s brazen rays,

letting go harshness for these… 16 more words

Poetry

Neighbors.

Needing to know what is going on in the world

morning and night –

either connectivity or slight masochism

invariably involves waking with a weary sad… 134 more words

Poetry

Someday, new seasons.

It is a gutting hard time to hear of pain,

family or friends or spilled upon pages,

pasts and presents

tumultuous and sad, the angst or emptiness – 73 more words

Poetry

Little things.

He turned off the music

when he came in the door,

shut windows opened to invite the breeze,

threw away my display of gingko leaves, 26 more words

Poetry

To accept the slow pace of our days...

She accepts the slow pace of her day,

feels waning a sort of surrender.

smudged eyeglasses situated again,

relentless untidiness put in its place. 48 more words

Poetry

What lingers.

What stays what lingers what goes,

uncontrolled mostly, who knows?

can not even rid my mind of those wretched flying monkeys

with music and witch on the way to Oz, 241 more words

Poetry