I Just Walked Away

Out of the blue. A voice from my past. Decades past.She was not kind why stay in touch?Her brother. My first love. Young and foolish.A bother and sister. Love and hate.I just walked away. He couldn’t be trusted.She kept in touch randomly sporadically To taunt him To gossip A part of her that loved to […]

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The Ocean

It glimmers and shimmersSo inviting to jump inYou don’t realize it’s depth until you are up to your neck Treading water Drowning We stood at the shore, letting the water touch our toesYounger not wiserYou don’t realize how cold it is, just standing on the shore I was up to my knees when we metEnjoying […]

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Shop ’til I drop

Alternate title “Parcels United” I unload semi trucks filled with parcels at night while many people sleep. I wonder who is shopping local. A wall of boxes filled with smiles. I smile back and move them on their way. Walls as big as an Amazon. Smiling. Then another. And another. Will it end? My smile […]

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A Canned Response

A poem that does not specify what it describes. Loved and hated both      with the same passion Yet we stay neutral     in beige We are fun guys    They joke at our expense    Those who love us    to those who do not The waitress at the pizza joint asks    fresh or canned, […]

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The Rooster

An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning. You are so bold, Mr. Rooster To crow so early in the morn Your colors– so confident A psychedelic […]

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Autumn Lake

Perched with pretzel legs

   Her favorite earthen cup by her side,
   She’s embraced by her lover’s sweater.

A gold beam grazes the top of the birch trees.
   Glitter dances its way across the water,

   To kiss the top of her head.

A slow, deep drum–
   A funeral dirge.
   No one has died;

   But everyone is gone.

Labrador’s tongue            laps;

   An insatiable thirst.

Crisp dollar bills hang on the breeze–

   Some fall and tumble,

   Rolling like distant applause

A teakettle fretting.

A dumpling dropping into soup.

Cotton sheets snap in the wind.

A wooden rocker softly whimpers,

   Slow and steady–

   It’s joints aching.

A poetry style that does not define what is envisioned but offers descriptions of the sounds.
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33 1/3

It’s not a melody that soothes my soul.A chorus of four words.Repeating. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The volume gets louder.The four words echo. Skip.Repeat. The acoustics are horrible.No softness to absorb the sound    That came from the speaker.The sound reverberates on calloused walls.Hardened.Unforgiving. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The door did not slam.The needle did not scrape across the vinyl.The […]

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