The Sound of Snow
...My ears hear the music of chiffon.
A white satin curtain of snow
billowing in the breeze.
The avalanche is vertical,
snow falling from the tip
of the tree to the ground.
An airborne assau...
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Categories:
trailings, snow,
Form: Prose Poetry
Tears
...Why weep so easily in old age?
Vulnerable to memory that thins
No substance,
A sparse waterfall
like draped silk on bony shoulders
We need reminding about what to celebrate
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Categories:
trailings, age, emotions, goodbye, grandfather,
Form: Free verse
The Passer-By
...An unfinished afternoon lies strewn across my desk
Along with an uneaten breakfast neglected by my left
While I tap-tap-tap my fingers absent-mindedly on the table-top
As I impatiently await fo...
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Categories:
trailings, love, me, time,
Form: Free verse
The Jig Is Up
...When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of
a faerie.
If in a wheat field the sheathes ...
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Categories:
trailings, lost love, love, passionme,
Form: Free verse