Tag: Poetry
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Dressed for Spring
Spring swirls past.Where’s she going?Can’t help but say,”My! You look sweet,In your flowery dress!Are you gonna meetSomeone Special?And doors open –a path clears–To the one who’s mostLike feminine grace.This sweet enchantress–Beautiful and shy,Give her a seed, a gentle rain,A day of sun and dirt, she’s the Creative multiplier Of earth’s possibilities.
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The Oak
Acorn, fall into the mould Clasp you in its gentle hold Sip up water, burst your shell Thin white root press out the swell Upward send on yellow stem One small leaf, an emerald gem. All the time you’ll ever need, Stronger, taller is your creed. Springtime sunshine, breezes blow Birds and squirrels you will…
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Morning Fog
The early morning fog Appeared before the dawn, She dripped her misty garments Across the trees and lawn. Ascending from the creek All silent, dewy white, Dissolving as I watched her Greet the morning light. Liz
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A Haiku Comes From Far Away
Haiku always feels elusive, yet the form is often taught to children as a beginning writing exercise. The poem seems too small to be worthy of writing down. Yet the emotion felt when reading it is large. The actual words have simple meanings, but I would find it hard to describe the feelings they give.…
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An Original Tale
Here’s the proof and a ream of fresh minutes A walk to the font, sans seraph. (It’s summertime.) Water marks bleeding over the page A margin of color sequence in coffee tones. (It’s routine.) Attention, widows! Orphans, find your places. A breve of a smile pronounces the blessing. (And random acts of typos.) A job…
So She Reads 