TattooMotion of the roadway Opens floodgates To almost forgotten journeys Other people Other places Each, all my world In their own golden moments Tattooed now onto my heart Every face Every voice ~my private gallery
NaPoWriMo: Poem #16: Down To This
National Poetry Writing Month ~ 30 Poems in 30 Days ~ Poem # 16 of 30 Down To This So, It's down to this, is it? You, who can not handle the beauty and significance of a building you did not build, you do not love; you have decided to burn it to the ground …
NaPoWriMo Poem #13: Empty Calendar
Poem #13 of 30 Empty Calendar Appointments serve as structural dividers that cordon off our days into neatly ordered sections In the off season Or in retirement I'd guess The absence of these structured Place holders causes days to collapse and run into one another Like cake batter poured on a plate That can not …
Poetry: NaPoWriMo #2 Freeform- The Train Ride
The Train Ride He on his train Me on mine Same track Same destination One hundred fourteen years later- He was 15 and like his brother and cousin Braved the ocean passage from the north side of the island to the dirt streets and crowded immigration buildings of Ellis Island The hard part still awaited …
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Poetry Day: Summer Darlings
gone again these summer darlings arriving with the leaves of spring and gone in a golden whirl on the October wind across the street lights out and the thousand treasures on the lawn hidden in their winter dens park, quiet now but for the crunch of leaves beneath the only walker's feet docks empty of …
Poetry: Writers Gathering at Mawby Vineyards
A new friend brought me here tonight. Into this bustle of writers where we are working alone or gathered in small groups, talking, laughing, sipping wine with others; gathering here from a 50 mile radius; our host tonight, fellow writer, maker of extraordinary sparkling wines, Larry Mawby. It's a picture perfect summer evening and poems …
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Poetry Day: End of the Season
For my Northport Dear Hearts❤️ October I stretch my heart across the land to see if I can hold you all as you drift homeward to your corners~ far away. I've made room for you now inside my ribs where I can carry your voices until the trees bloom again and you return to this northern …
