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Tag: Poetry
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Late Summer Evening by Anne Mikusinski
The dayβs fever breaksSubtlyAs thin white cloudsTrace eggshell cracksAgainst the fading blue.The heat leavesQuietlyIn sighing gasps ofTepid airCircling the drainLanguidlyAs night comes inSpreading outIts indigo dropclothAnd sprinkling the starsUpon itHaphazardly. Anne Mikusinski has always been in love with words. Sheβs been writing poems and short stories since she was seven.…
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Reflections Close to Closing Time by Anne Mikusinski
It’s three minutes pastThe last time I checkedI’m so informedAs time is marked by thin gold hands.Around me,Life happensIn couplesIn groupsEvenIn the singular purposeOf the man next to meGlaring at his phoneGoogling solutionsHave meritThe room is fullOf sound bitesMurmured conversationMusic of the earnestBand of the eveningDebates and discussions on human…
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Columbine, Will You Be Mine? by Douglass Allen
My cultivated garden grows, seeds in rows,Gently tendered, watered, sun enough and earthβDaisy, hollyhock, delphinium, andColumbineβwill you be mine?Blessed flowers, blessed birth. Iβve grown discouraged, bummed out, glum.Flowers should enchant, delight, soβTell me the flawβ my failed green thumb?Germination yes, but oh, oh no! From someone so upset, chagrinβLet me…
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Diner Love by Philip Andrew Lisi
The top of the Heinz ketchup bottle at the Neptune Diner looked secureβI am sure it was on tight. But as I stare at the tomatoey Rorschach splotch adorning the front of your date night dress, I guess I must have misjudged the synchronicity between white metal top with its…
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The Secret Circle by Joel Bush
On bright morningsin my childhood home,I was treated to theSecret Circle.My dad dubbed therainbow spherethat would appearon the chippedwhite paint of the bathroom door.It beamed inthrough the frontpeephole at around 7, and Istopped to appreciate itlike a fine Vermeer at the Louvre.You could explainit awaywith wavelengths or refraction,but I prefer…
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Not a love letter by Tamar Kapanadze
Iβm the songYou never wanted to sing,The page in torn up book –You always skip.My transparent bodyReflecting its own misery,Crying over the lost sparkleFeeling hot and shivery.Abandoned shimmering lightIn my watercolor eyesRemembering every smirk beforeYou fooled me with the lies. Iβm the storm youβre running awayTo find a cozy shelter.Youβre…
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Midnight Menagerie by Philip Andrew Lisi
The Dutch rabbitsits on the dresser,head tilted down,admiring the fur featheringat the tips of her creme-colored toesbefore her gaze falls upon the gray fox,wiry and wild-eyed,proud of his voluminous tailand maybe just a little bit wickedas he looks across the roomto the desk where the wombat lounges,lazy and stout,eyes closed,claws…
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The Sun Awakens by Daniel Dischino
Insecure as I amI need to hold on to something So I grab on to my sense of insignificanceas a race car drivergrips the steering wheel on a hairpin turn I have seen mountainsand climbed them An insect on a seaside boulder and sunrise brings the mountains to light A…