Glassine Poems - Poems about Glassine

...On Pimple Pond Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls. Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass. White pebbled path meanders the hill’s che......

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...After the Ice Rain. The woods outside look like a glazed forest preserved in an arboreal museum. Each tree is candied over in clear icing, the pines stand like tall fluffy blondes, the willow tree ......

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...cast iron monster belching smoke and steam small hands enfolded framed beneath glassine perfection quietly staring strange world streams by silent but for noise engine screams arri......

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...I’ll sleep when I die Sleep when I die Go out like Dad Couldn’t speak when he died The look in his eyes Like a newborn Wishing for words All the mistakes Hindsight really is 20/20 So was th......

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...Tonight we’ll share the heavens; Souls knitted into one, Fly together we, the ochre moontrails, on gossamer wings. The decanter overflows with nectar; its sweetness permeates the ethereal void......

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...The new tomatoes were Little bumps On the Vine Showing off to the Universe Before sundown On the fourth of July Waiting for the Celebration To begin Duckweed choked The pond Set back in the Woods ......

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...In an icen forest , inside a crystal grave, beneath the ancient snowy trees, a tiny fairy lays. In frosted air above her, brushing wings with glassine leaves, snowflakes dust the branches, as all fae......

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...Winter's secret beauty born within the grey of stormy clouds, formless vapors crystallized to miniature glassine sculptures unique beyond comprehension, drift earthward to linger a season and ......

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...The days go by as I walk around the man made lake, churning the tides of time backwards making butter from the gold and brown broth a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path. Always a person ......

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...Worming through the tantalizing jungle nearly catatonically sated with bitter antonym of nourishment, my choice is to withdraw reclusively. Time’s suspended … dreams elsewhere, ......

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...FOUR FOOLS AND FOUR FIGHTS The four fought for first It wasn’t so much triage As it was oral strength He who SCREAMED the LOUDEST and LONGEST went first So with that having been settled no......

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...I. Whitening sands upmirror desert glare, Glinting, underneath my mind’s burnt sun… Paling, dream expanse. And there I wander, rootless in some Netherwhere— Mental vagabond, my trek begun… Pi......

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...As I look out my frosted window my breath fogs it over. My warm fingers ease the minute water droplets away, to reveal mother nature's majesty. Powerlines struggle under the weight of her breat......

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