Category: Poem
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Household parade
Like floats in the holding area, cats sprawl on hardwood, tails flicking. Woman puts her feet on the floor, pushes out of bed, starts to the hallway, rubbing her tousled head. Cats leap into formation, trotting behind, long tails waving, proud victorious flags.
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A poem written under the influence of Billy Collins*
Sitting on the sofa, staring at the perfect flames; the two cats, having argued over who gets the lap and who the haunch, now settled in their places; I’m thinking about a perfect life, which is what this looks like. Rain drums on the roof and falls in waves from…
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The bones of a poem
The bones of a poem lie beneath your skin, anchoring each muscular stanza, shaping the rhymes of left and right, dancing with the complicated riff of the brain punch-drunk on electrical impulses, stamping jubilant feet to the pulsing rhythms of the fluid-bearing vessels and their drum-beat heart.
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Common magic
March lies covered under thick snow. Brown leaves have clung all winter to the stunted oak, rustling loudly as bitter wind drives across the tundra of the yard. They will fall in spring. Any day now, by the calendar. The hare’s prints trace her hunt for any not-yet-gnawed shoots above…
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I have finished striding through the day
I have finished striding through the day and yearn now for small comforts a familiar chair a soft lamp a half-read book an old cat Let go of the adventures and the glad-handing let the workers return to their families let me find my way to tomorrow’s courage as night…
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