Tag: free verse poem
member name: Lynn Doiron
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January 28, 2008 06:31 PM EST --
The sky is falling through the stars
above these hills, this meadow,
and there are places where night leaves
footprints on the prairie grass,
scuffing off the dewdust with drizzles . . .
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February 08, 2008 02:32 PM EST --
Look at the sky
and track a pink tricycle's skidded scrubs
of white knobby tires through blue today.
Let cold seep up
through a slab to ankles, remind of knees -
what . . .
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March 13, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
The valley quail has fed the cannibal owl
and flecks red spots into a round mandala on
snow-bright squares of ground where grass roots
thatch the roof of worms' worlds and sundered
wings turn . . .
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October 02, 2009 01:10 PM EDT --
I watch him anchor the hammer: blue-plastic handled, black-plastic peened, brown-plastisized tool belt. Then the Playskool wrench, screwdriver, pliars – all too big, too light. Or he too slim, too . . .
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September 02, 2007 03:06 PM EDT --
A Later Draft
An hour of heat and slight hot wind
A wind warm with bickering in trees
Trees, summer skirted with leaves
Leaves with skirted summer; trees
Trees into bickering with warm wind
Wind hot, . . .
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September 03, 2007 12:41 PM EDT --
Still night, the stars begin to turn, waver
as if in friendly departure from dawn's approach.
Our vision outdistances Time - I see signs
of radiance perhaps gone. And yet, we scatter . . .
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March 16, 2008 02:24 PM EDT --
An old dog of a man squats low,
wears a utility shirt stamped USMC
with holes where a rank had been sewn.
He is under the eaves, watching
white hail miss his coffee mug. . . .
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September 01, 2007 11:34 PM EDT --
I am drowning in years and buttons—grappling with the broken
white threads of dresses, the loosed hems of horizons
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February 19, 2008 01:13 AM EST --
Mona Lisa Brown propagates
two-tone spider plants, talking
them through rebirth, through
re-becoming again a whole of
what they were cut from -
for they will grow whole
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August 30, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
She lives in a room dedicated to thimbles and books,
keen upon cases of floss ordered from eBay
and the sheen of marginal glosses on scripts.
She’s papered her walls
with paragraphs, . . .
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January 27, 2008 10:42 PM EST --
Who would've thought a celeb like Sherwood
would be felled by a bit of toothpick or that I
would find Winesburg, Ohio bookmarked
with a napkin embossed with white bells
. . .
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March 15, 2008 12:24 AM EDT --
Sometimes she wants to rear up and
run down the frayed, pink chenille
to the painted rail between bedposts,
take the rail like a foxhunter's horse,
instead of standing on skeins of yarn
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August 31, 2007 10:13 AM EDT --
Ironed open and flat, their edges left raw
to fray, they become as spouses, who,
having said I do’s and linked arms, the thread
of one life, half a stitch, the thread of the other
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May 15, 2008 10:00 PM EDT --
Decide on the look first.
Will there be one color, or two,
and will they be warm or cold, plain or bold?
Both or either or none?
Feed the snake prisms and small suns, one a week.
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February 13, 2008 06:03 PM EST --
It's a little bit like talking into a box, this.
Alone, save your computer keys and screen
(well, there are all the books, all the people inside
the books, the sock cat, the glove rabbit with . . .
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August 28, 2007 03:21 PM EDT --
Blue signs
on park benches
don’t invite
Please sit,
nor do they warn
Keep Off the Bench.
Blue signs
inform bench sitters
to whom they owe
this rest, this respite
from the . . .
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August 29, 2007 04:33 PM EDT --
This is not about cups in summer-cottage china closets
placed to wait their fills below the Hummels,
above the blue nun sunk in meditation, Llardo fired.
This is not about cups rolling . . .
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