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Category: Miscellaneous
Poem 7 – A Lesson to Learn / Inside Out
‘A lesson to learn’, is what they tell me but what did I do to earn it I remember myself as a child with high energy, I wanted to win at everything and never quit A regrettable sense of faith let me to this story…
Prompt #8 (Golden Shovel POETRY “WISHING STARS BY Lang LEAV”)
I Search for you in the faces of crowds in the corn fields and among the grey clouds. Are you hiding among the blinding lights or chasing cars on deserted roads to fields of stars Dressed in the night sky where are you now? You…
Today’s Person – A Golden Shovel Format Poem
Watch, now, how I start the day In happiness, in kindness. – Mary Oliver Today’s Person Each day I wonder who will cross my path, for them I watch. I can choose to be a spark in the life of another, I can…
Hour Eight
The problem is, of course, that the road is long for the pilgrim and he wished he had took off sooner or looked closer at this dream before he went and bet it all Set out, you have to if you want to be Elsewhere,…
What-Might-Have-Been
"Ev'ry so often we long to stealTo the land of what-might-have-been"-Stephen Schwartz Ev'ry time I think I'm done with loveSo very tired and done with loveHere you come, with an often, soften look in your eyesMy heart tells my brain here we go again! It…
Golden Shovel
I worry that I’m not better til something reminds me that I am human: fragmented clips of barking dog voices. On the couch I wake. Afternoon has come to us, thoroughly bright and warm with sun. Together we are strange and in breezes drown.
Records on Repeat
I remember this song And I know which song will come next I remember the summer that this album was always on repeat In the book shop I would sit long enough to hear it twice While reading about a house that devours the inhabitants…
“Seven – Laziness”
Seven long hours ago, I saw the sun sprawling on my lawn, with no real need to notice it beyond that night was done. I watched it creeping up with no real speed. I hadn’t dreamed. No work today. No cause to roll out…
8- Life in Colour
A black crow sits outside my window The sky is dark and it smells of rain My black cat brushes against me in the hall I rub my eyes with my dry hands And pick up my black socks off the floor I walk…