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Colors Besides Black
There are some other colors besides black, I once said upon my exit from the goths; and yet, when all the world is shades of gray, where people tend to seek polarities, how many days are suited for pastels? For … Continue reading
No More Sad Weepings of Regret
No more sad weepings of regret for could have beens and not quite yets, for rituals left incomplete for locked doors facing empty streets for words lost in a tempest’s rage for missteps on an unlit stage for ancient wounds … Continue reading
Decoration Day: a complaint or lamentation
Bang the drum and sound the horn! Wash and press the uniforms. From each window flags are flown; now the troops at last come home. Proud young sons and daughters, too; freedom’s torch they’ve borne for you. Through the world … Continue reading
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Tagged complaint, daily poems, funerals, lamentation, military, mourning, patriotism, poetic forms, public service
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A Willow Tree
Bending down to touch the path at my feet, do you shed your warm tears for me and mine, letting the bitter salt blend with the sweet fragrance of the surrounding oak and pine? What sad piper lays down his … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, mourning, poetry by request, regret, sonnet, trees
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Getting Older
Maybe it gets a bit harder to rise at dawn after a few pints late at night; and those few pounds get harder to disguise, making a climb up the stairs no delight. Maybe your ears aren’t as sharp as … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, daily poems, mourning, poetry by request, sonnet, youth
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