Long Lacework Poems

Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a...

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Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float 
Like lacework across the green and brown land 
Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little
Bigger, yet still not the towering fortresses of home;
And the snaking roads,...

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At first the mind empty of words,
Filled with a silence never heard.
An idea thickens and takes shape,
An echo through eternity will make.
From an alphabet soup of the mind,
Into fair words of a far other kind.
How...

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There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving...

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I dream fragments of poetry, 
	my pen balanced in my hand, 
	journal opened to that page 
	already darkened 
	with blots of frustration,
	asterisks for seemingly important ideas, 
	collections of words and phrases 
	intended for collage and...

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Eyes

The neuronal lacework of my brain, 
house of the many mansions of my mind, 
is home to the ghosts of things past; 
secretive phantoms who live in the dark spaces, 
and hide when I look...

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Gracious old stone homes, lofty rooms full of nooks and crannies
Snoe-white linen and antimacassars embroidered by our grannies
Cool wide verandahs, wrought-iron lacework draped with wisteria
Old fashioned cooking smells wafting from the kitchen, the hub of...

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She marks another birthday
by planting a flowering annual in a pot,
a forget-me-not for her forgetful mind.
Nowadays she primes herself
using visuals to clarify memories.

If at dawn, a pale moon lingers long enough
to marry a rising sun,...

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A stroll down Paris city's wet streets.
So, romantic as the Eiffel Tower comes to view.

Vendors line up selling their wares out of carts.
Some shouting, "one euro, one euro only.
The aroma and vibrant colors of seasonal...

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Wherever the moonlight touches
	
Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine...

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Wherever the moonlight touches

Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine...

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Wherever the moonlight touches

Meadow or oft tread dale

Little, grey rabbits and birds

Each morning tell the tale

Of how, during the long night

The land took on a softer shade,

And even the humble mushrooms  

Seemed to shine...

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My mind wanders into an idyllic realm
Pristine rosebuds are waiting for sunshine
Within the zen of a dawning magenta meadow
In the midst of our stressful, cheerful lives
At the moon's outermost rim of silvery light.

Spring blooms adorned...

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