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Stacy Sardelli Poem
I fear I’m not much of a drinker
I prefer work, where I’m a thinker
I sure love the color green
but I won’t be letting off any steam
Another St. Patty’s that’s a stinker
Copyright © Stacy Sardelli | Year Posted 2011
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Shining trail of buried light
come forth and shed your skin.
For at third glance one cannot view
the jealous shadow’s muse.
Force, not dread, will be your aid
in summoning a change of hue.
Shining trail of guiding light,
I’m pleased to have now met you.
Copyright © Stacy Sardelli | Year Posted 2009
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Stacy Sardelli Poem
The bark of the birch - it’s curled for peeling
as the whippoorwill commands the block.
I fill my lungs with the pine-riddled air,
discounting the call of the clock.
A trickle of water escapes the hose,
a new pepper has sprouted - no, a pair!
Pleased with the snips of roses I chose,
apart from a vase, I haven’t a care.
Copyright © Stacy Sardelli | Year Posted 2010
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Stacy Sardelli Poem
Matted, framed, feathered and tarred
On display, I am permanently scarred.
No misunderstanding or optical illusion
My gallery heart begs for love’s intrusion.
Copyright © Stacy Sardelli | Year Posted 2010
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