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Tag Archives: childhood
Not So Simple: heroic sonnet
How simple it seems to be born again: to never reach the stage of an adult, but each time that you feel a growing pain, to plead no contest and avoid the fault, accepting being only just a child with … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, adulthood, childhood, heroic sonnet, heroic stanza, poetic forms, redemption, responsibility, Sicilian octave, Sicilian quatrain
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I Can See Ohio
Nothing comes from nothing, yet something always does; you can smell the future coming long before the buzz, sitting on the front porch listening to the rain as the winter fades away and summer comes again. I can’t speak for … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, dreams, industrialization, Michigan, Ohio, sentimentality
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The Songs That Filled My Boyhood
The songs that filled my boyhood time are gone, their melodies have faded with the years; and all my vain attempts to sing along have left only their skeletons, and tears. Mere shadows take their place, as mummers’ tunes, their … Continue reading
Intimations of Idiocy
From early childhood until now I’ve spent my life immersed in earnest pantomime of games adults will feign to play: the forging of relationships through love, business and war; the chaos that somehow surprises all when facades fail and underneath, … Continue reading
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Tagged banality, childhood, commercialism, dreams, ignorance, regrets, sleep
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At the Wishing Well
I wish that I could still believe the lines that feed the young and nourish childhood dreams, the reassurance everything is fine despite the raging chaos it may seem. I wish the world would confirm to my will when I … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, destinations, disillusion, dreams, goals, illusion, will, wishes
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