Slats Poems - Poems about Slats

...Sight It’s the hush before sunrise breaking loose— lemon light spilling through the slats, a field of dandelions laughing into the sky’s blue face. It’s the color children use when the......

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...My knee was a cracked hinge, each step a bargain struck with pain. The canyon walls pressed in, heat still rising from the stone long after sun left it behind. Halfway to the distant rim, I f......

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... seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction handle hinges slats panels lock and key maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions a trap door of revolving gates sometimes we are framed by c......

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... I once knew a man named Aloysius Hyperbolic as hell, superstitious He avoided black cats And ladders without slats He seemed to me frankly quite judicious ......

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...suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly, with amusement, having quite habitually heard ......

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...I shall remember you when night crawls under day dressed up in sunshine and colorful hues I shall remember you in every single book I read catering to the fundamental findings craving tho......

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...These roads have always been here. Wood to brick, brick to stone, changes with the coming times. Modernity but where did it come from? All of a sudden, walking along different paths that lead to the ......

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...There was a man, made of stone shaped into a storm under heavy stunted autumn plume both he and I were born we sit together, burning sky whispers old and cracked our beating hearts, atom ......

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... As he entered the room he pushed the oak door firmly against the wall trapping the shadows in a makeshift Tobelerone his hands frantic on the light switch Even during the hottest summers he dec......

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...It's a Langston Hughes kind of day filled with dutiful hints of Robert frost within the sudden humor and vague eccentricity of Ernest hemmingway the quiet freedom of Nikki Giovanni with a c......

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...The sex had been amazing. The women mysteries. The alarm a mood breaker. He awoke! Stared at the ceiling, counted the slats in the blinds, scratched himself, sat up on the edge of the bed. On th......

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...She is wearing a cowboy hat today I wonder if she sings Aussie or old west? I have made up so many stories already My apartment is directly across I peek between blind slats. Am I a stalker? Wh......

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...Just how drunk were Sven and Olaf when the tied the slats of the empty cask on their feet and headed down the mountain? John G. Lawless ©1/16/2023......

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...How empty can an inbox possibly be? Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges The paint is definitely peeling More than one shutter has fallen astray. One piece at a time Have you ev......

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...sun hat on a yellow peg semaphore light shape-shifting on spanish tiles buttermilk blinds flap broken slats a trapped sky hums lazy crumb songs light spreads sticky wings o......

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