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Trudi Lee Richards Poem
Sitting in the audience
behind my eyes
content with my popcorn
i watch myself and
my all fellow actors
perform our epic drama
I’m not sure what to call it
tragicomedy perhaps
here on the world stage
Our script is sparkling
trenchant and deep
the characters so real,
and we have the most convincing
props and scenery -
mountains of joy
rivers of seduction
flamingos of silly hopes
kangaroos of impulse
heroes of grim determination
clouds of possibility
chasms of loss
I am especially charmed
that not only all the other people
but all the things - cars,
houses, trees, baseballs,
thunderclouds, etc. -
everything in fact -
is every bit as alive
as I am myself
with my bit part
no longer the tragic heroine
in her gashed black silk
just the cat
purring
in a puddle of sunlight
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Trudi Lee Richards Poem
I saw an old flame
and it was
so lovely
to see him again
and feel the way
our love bloomed
between us
old and new
and timeless
After we parted
I thought perhaps
i would write to him
throw out a line
of words
so he would bite
and i could reel him in
and see
what sort of fish
he had become
But i just couldn’t
he was too beautiful
swimming away from me
into the flickering
lights and shadows
of his life
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Trudi Lee Richards Poem
You were all
so different
but it didn’t really matter
because always
I was I
and you
were you
First
you were a surly
fifties greaser
weeping in secret
while plotting
to steal the treasure
from the world’s heart
Next you were
a young man dancing
your jaded way
to success
in colors that did not exist
until you stumbled
all unwitting
on a treasure
hidden deep within
Next
you were a gentle
Argentine
space case lover
of the deeps
who dwelt with me
in tender
and astonished
innocence
And now
you are a crusty old Jew
sitting atop your wall of doubt
laughing out loud
at the way the sun
comes up each day
anew
And I
girl, woman,
wife, mother, and crone
have been
happy for all your company
on the long
way home.
Because it doesn’t really matter
what we think
or say
or do
No matter what has been
still and always
I have chosen you.
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Trudi Lee Richards Poem
Swallows
- for the morphologically inclined
No sheep
to bumble about alone
weighed down
with individuality
upon the ground
we surge
in sweet
and singing swiftness
across the sky
shape-shifting
all as one
to sculpt the bright
and empty air
with wings of light
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