Indian Summer
© by Eileen Carney Hulme
Like a deep blue wave
of passion
you shore into the room
where I sit waiting quietly,
open-booked.
We have moved through
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Category: Poetry
One Year © by Sharon Olds (Recitation)
One Year
© by Sharon Olds When I got to his marker, I sat on it,
like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed
and I rubbed the smooth,
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© by Sharon Olds When I got to his marker, I sat on it,
like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed
and I rubbed the smooth,
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Ode to a Pistachio
The shells of pistachios, for those too young to remember, were often died a bright red, the indelible evidence of pistachio-lovers left stained upon their fingers.
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The Vista Wide Unbroken
The vista wide
unbroken by the
sound of my heart
and yours
the drum of spoken
passion pounds upon the
hopes of both
and I would grasp
and not relinquish
unbroken by the
sound of my heart
and yours
the drum of spoken
passion pounds upon the
hopes of both
and I would grasp
and not relinquish
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Dierdre 50
Cobalt blue
the frigid sky
pushed winter’s breath
and you would fly
the stolid eddies
to the solid earth
(but not to touch again
God’s family or your own)
fifty
the frigid sky
pushed winter’s breath
and you would fly
the stolid eddies
to the solid earth
(but not to touch again
God’s family or your own)
fifty
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Lost Wax
From coldish clay of spinning wheel
the molding center splatters wet
and arcs and flies from forms intent
to rising tensions purposed there
the shape and use of wild speed
the molding center splatters wet
and arcs and flies from forms intent
to rising tensions purposed there
the shape and use of wild speed
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The We That Cannot Be Found
It’s been three
years and more
now that I trace
between the I
that wakes
and the us
that sleeps.
Still,
I whisper your name
before I fall,
sometimes (quietly)
years and more
now that I trace
between the I
that wakes
and the us
that sleeps.
Still,
I whisper your name
before I fall,
sometimes (quietly)
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By Marriage Only
Who by marriage only
swears what cannot
be broken with words,
that later spoken
bears more recent truth,
and fords the hope
of youth and love
once spent in ecstasy
swears what cannot
be broken with words,
that later spoken
bears more recent truth,
and fords the hope
of youth and love
once spent in ecstasy
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What’s in a Name
She changed her name
though in her mind
and on the page
it stayed the same.
The frisson of a
newer sound to say
for baying at the moon
or
though in her mind
and on the page
it stayed the same.
The frisson of a
newer sound to say
for baying at the moon
or
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Mrs. M.P.
Thank-you to a certain woman of New Hampshire, whose encouragement prods me still across the years.
She did not send me my voice,nor the words, nor the choices
I
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