Tag: muse
group name: freeverselovers
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August 22, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
One of those days, where I've meditated almost without choice, pulled easily in, and where I keep trying to enter the external day. I am tired. Is it because I've only eaten fruit, cheese, antipasto, . . .
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January 31, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
I read the obits today, oh boy,
Culling the debits and credits.
Ticking off the names and ages
Where did she work, why did he die?
Pausing over provenance, age . . .
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June 26, 2009 08:53 PM EDT --
The woman next to me at the light has tears streaming down her cheeks. I look away, it's seven a.m. and the morning commute is hell.
She probably had a bottle of cheap red wine and a handful of . . .
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December 20, 2008 08:36 PM EST --
A Sunday morning with the Times
and a milk and honey tea.
Contemplating where you've put me
at the end of my rope.
Working the puzzle that life presents . . .
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March 06, 2009 08:25 PM EST --
Because I was alone, I started lists.
Inchoate and lost, they saved me.
Began structuring life around needs,
not wants, coherence in rows.
Ticked the chores and errands one
by one, . . .
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November 13, 2007 10:20 AM EST --
Fatherhood on Monday Morning
They are called black seedless grapes,
Cross-bred monstrosities from California
That would mock the wine-girl's delicate foot.
Each settles in the palm like a . . .
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January 03, 2007 10:10 PM EST --
Savage silken whispers
laving lies like butter on toast
Real?
My imagination?
Whispers that tickle my ear
with their suppositions
and manifestations
They hate me
Drive me
Connive
Thrive
Survive . . .
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October 08, 2006 04:17 AM EDT --
This is a part of my participation in a seminar about A Whack on the Head... taken from a book by the same name.
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Creativity
Writing is one of the . . .
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March 30, 2009 07:56 PM EDT --
(for Atticus and Laura, for asking for a poem, and inspiring the music)
This is a piece I know by art.
All the octet’s hearts are pumping out their notes
with all the might of . . .
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April 14, 2009 10:00 PM EDT --
Was that a door closing?
I just heard a click, but you said
You could see the end, even if
I refused to open up on this side.
If I push hard enough, I might
get a foot in and a free pass. . . .
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July 06, 2007 07:29 AM EDT --
My wife is extremely artistic. However, if you asked her if she considered herself an artist, she’d categorically reject the notion. Of this I’m certain. Yet she has . . .
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December 11, 2007 01:04 PM EST --
Is today's love
A memory
Of a dream?
Were you led
A thousand miles
To your love here
Where your dream
Your destined love
Waits for you?
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August 14, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
I look around and see so much to do, but my muse calls to me like a voice of light in the darkness.
Dishes to do, laundry to fold...but my muse won't let me go.
He calls to me at the most . . .
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July 16, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
T id e black
By the night they haul the black canisters,
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking.
They say take care. “Take . . .
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January 04, 2008 09:15 PM EST --
Did we not squander all that love
on each other, over and over.
Years of overindulgence in it
bodies pressed too close to stop.
Then suddenly it did not matter . . .
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April 19, 2009 05:27 PM EDT --
I’ve been talking to myself lately
and responding a bit too slowly.
What could be done, had I the answers.
Give it up for the girl, a grand finale.
No more, no less, . . .
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October 04, 2009 07:31 PM EDT --
Your husband loves me,
or rather the idea of loving me.
He loves you, really, but
bats with me like a cat toy.
The freedom to imagine
created those fanciful dreams. . . .
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August 18, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
This pasture invites fatigue
Stilled brush and grey grit crackle
Scratching out spring flowers
Dead bits of petal fleck the dust
Recalling a cradle less barren
Rippling waves . . .
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November 09, 2007 12:45 PM EST --
The Seth Thomas mantel clock with its eternally prancing, bronze equine cap bonged the first hour of the day and reminded me there was nothing left for my brain, but sleep.
I turned off the computer, . . .
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November 21, 2006 02:31 PM EST --
Muse sat at the café table
drinking Mai tais
& Singapore slings
tiny pink umbrellas with blue polk-a-dots
swirling above the rim of cheap glass.
Muse hadn't had . . .
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