Tag: reflection
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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October 06, 2009 09:44 PM EDT --
The Journey Home
© 2009 Robert C. Burnham
God created mountains
So I would learn to climb
He put some dirt before me
Removing my fear of grime . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s . . .
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August 24, 2009 08:15 AM EDT --
( Thes e two are for Karen and her new group)
Welcome hunger
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Home food is soul food mother autumn used to say.
“Now life is soulless.” My friend regrets. We . . .
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October 02, 2009 08:01 AM EDT --
A monastic traveler speaks
I am not proud to be
not an easy person… true!
The dog, with a wound through which
a universe is dripping,
does not answer. The straight . . .
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October 05, 2009 09:46 PM EDT --
Insane bones
Van Gogh went away before I knew him well.
Yesterday I finally understood him
over a goblet of blood and a shared
feelings of the burns of insanity.
In the basement . . .
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October 08, 2009 09:39 PM EDT --
the second monsoon
Résumé of rain; a daughter waits
for her gifts at the end; you call her
to come out, to have lunch; remind her
that it is too early for the . . .
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May 10, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
Butterfly
( to Jenni )
A surprise butterfly
is pervading the privacy
of nursing home.
It hovers over the monitors;
follows the green dot;
as if trying to decipher . . .
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August 02, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
passion of believing
If this red orchid means anything
it is the passion of believing,
it is the belief in believing.
Noon has made the orchid little shy;
it . . .
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August 04, 2009 07:32 AM EDT --
R un, soul run (Don’t ask where)
When the train has passed, you can still see them,
coming, sweaty with the long chase and noon.
As we are turning our head, running
again my eyes . . .
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August 31, 2009 10:06 AM EDT --
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema had painted me
(For the Art of Writing Group)
Too lethargic to welcome you but
this way it’s more sensual, I know.
A fruit falls from the . . .
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September 01, 2009 08:49 AM EDT --
the key to the moondom
The key reminds me of
a story told by mom
cricket's night, till I drop.
Moonlight narrows on me; the key;
it wants the key. I know the pathos . . .
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September 16, 2009 07:09 AM EDT --
changes we've yearned for
Madness passes, left you delighted
with a few drops of stolen freedom,
guiltless freedom which soon become clouds
of the last monsoon. Madness . . .
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October 07, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
T he sonnet defends itself against vicissitudes of fortune by its charmed structure, its beautiful bubble : Rita Dove
on the art of receiving
Depends on the side . . .
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October 09, 2009 09:29 PM EDT --
Apples we’ve devoured
A little fire, a smoke coiling out of
the autumn, a short walk to the market
and a packet of apples for kitchen;
wonder whether the apples . . .
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September 02, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
operators of life
Drone of an electric sun
on a thin rubber sheet sky;
I open my heart’s nimble
mechanism before you.
“Such a beautiful chip it is!” . . .
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June 14, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
New kid
A squadron of squirrel moves here and there.
In this quarantined piece of green he is new;
new to this locality, block, other kids.
He, the shy boy tries to mingle; they . . .
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August 03, 2009 07:36 AM EDT --
Shado w-bath
René, our shadow-bath
beneath those floating clouds
has left us calm, we heartily
thank each other before
descending into sun
=© . . .
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August 06, 2009 06:53 AM EDT --
t he girl missed the last train
T he last train passes the verdant signal.
Missing it by a whisker rattles nerves.
Nothing more happens in earth and heaven
. . .
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August 08, 2009 06:47 AM EDT --
S tars so close
To Linda
The bright star, one, single, beside a corn moon
discerns them as one, mother and daughter
bemused, stunned, remained standing for . . .
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September 17, 2009 07:03 AM EDT --
shredded wheat for dream
A breakfast of shredded wheat and tsk-tsk sounds
from a childhood day coats the tip of your tongue
on an autumn morning with a shaft of sun
descending like a . . .
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