Category: Poem
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The Salon
I walk into the salon Changes It’s obvious I don’t belong This place is pristine Among the menopausal women And the celebrity wanna-bees The floor and walls are squeaky clean I walk to the counter and the woman asks how she can help me Her eyeballs are underlined And a sparkly necklace glimmers at the…
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Morning Run
Here’s the flashing cursor staring at me Beckoning My mind is blank Really, an answered prayer Heater on my feet A stark contrast to the winter air Just outside it also calls My running shoes are itching, over there against the wall My stomach growls The coffee kicks in I type a poem And then…
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My Brother’s Wife
You’ve gotta be out there somewhere Surely you exist I hear from the upright that there are slim pickins None of us is perfect But I like to believe there’s a few who try Who have God’s law written on their hearts and minds For my brother needs you As do I More than you…
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Grand Illumination
I think about you a lot this time of year Among the turkey commercials and the Christmas lights You’re not here In another state but I hope you’re alright My memories are warm Even on cold days Remember we’d gather in your old car Your brothers and sister and as many as could squeeze After…
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Portrait of a Friend
Your picture hangs on my wall It’s of us just 6 months ago One of our few get-togethers from adulthood I wonder if we’d hang out more if we could One picture compared to the many from when we were teens I wonder what happened to all the time in between Your smile doesn’t sparkle…
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The Glowing Tree
Orangey paper Crackling in the breeze Among a cotton candy sky Light blue and pink Golden sun sinking behind the trees It’s just my dog and I Standing in the grass Walking, breathing, being I hope this moment won’t pass I stare at this glowing tree Probably like Moses looked at the burning bush I…
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Acorn and Twig
She looks just like an acorn Round and forlorn She says I look like a twig Bent, behind glasses and a too-big shirt It’s later in the day and I’m indifferent We meet in a small space Like two packages in a FedEx truck It’s uncomfortable but I’m afraid I’m stuck She tells me she…
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Running in Jeans
I was driving home And saw a man running alone He was strangely dressed Red sweatshirt Big chest Lean In his jeans Running I wondered, was he hurt or stressed? He didn’t look back He came to the intersection and had to cross the road He hesitated, unsure of which way to go I kept…
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The Line
There’s a line on the page where I look It’s on the website next to an author’s name A date on one side, nothing on the other The line holds Or rather does that man hold the line Since it hangs there Straight on the page Black. Listless. Destined to connect to something on the…
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Aspiring Writer
You’re all someone I aspire to be Pen in hand, paper at your fingertips Eyes and mind attuned Observing, thinking, connecting dots Spilling it out on the blank page Out of nothing come the plots You’re not daunted by barren land For your tool is the pen in your hand That white sheet, that blinking…
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