Category: Poem
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When the Muse Descends
She yawned and said she’d been up late She said, “Writing something for fun, I just needed time to think” She was late 30s, like me But a bachelorette (I’m married) The two of us, colleagues She came down from the Eastern Shore Or up from Carolina She simply told me, “Either way, the monotony…
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Passing Life
It’s a cumulus cloud passing A sirrus cloud asking To be looked at To be discovered It’s a cookie jar waiting to be uncovered It happens when you’re at the edge of a cliff and you’re outnumbered It happens when you’re exhausted and you’re in flip flops When it’s pouring down and you didn’t expect…
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The Death Horse
His picture was the first that showed On that obituary page I thought how strange – that he glowed He sat on a wooden rocking horse It was too small, of course His smile was wide And he waved as he went for a ride Six months had passed since I saw him last It…
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The Image of God
He looked a little like Santa Clause And I pondered how the Bible says people are made in the image of God The small hole of his mouth moved incessantly Nestled deep within that thick snow white beard As he interrupted everyone In that living room we exchanged superficial pleasantries It was worse than I…
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Golden Retriever Hugs
In life, you have to rejoice in the little wins Mine, today, actually involved some kids And my Golden retriever As a first-time expectant mother, sometimes my confidence is meager Me and my pup went to the park this afternoon The sun was bright but the humidity low A treat for June Here in southeastern…
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The Sunday Paper
Reading Sunday’s paper was quite depressing Learning about wars, scammers, the president’s 14 pound weight gain – was all quite distressing Prices increase Complaining comes with ease And oh, the piece on refugees Even the weather report: next weekend, it’s gonna be 90 degrees And I read about “complicated” family and neighbor and co-worker dynamics …
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Black and White Baby
I could spend some time looking at you In fact, I do You’re already on my wall And in my phone (you’ve made it to the screensaver) And yeah, your footprints will probably turn into wallpaper You’re just black and white in the shadows But via the ultrasound technology, I see your hollows And at…
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What’s Her Name
I put my resignation in late last week And I thought of the words I’ve often heard patients speak “What’s his name?” they say When speaking of the old timer doctor (my predecessor) who went away The man who sat across from them for years in that tiny exam room The one who always seemed…
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Writer’s Block
When they speak of writer’s block I think of a block of cheese Cheddar or Gouda, pining to be shredded with ease Or the ticking sound of the clock That always reminds me of my fleeting nature Of my life, my time, coming to an end And I try to stay afloat but all my…
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