Tag: poetry
member name: Lynn Doiron
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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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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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March 24, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
This is the homemade tambourine
of jingles from abandoned doors,
an instrument of jangled clicks
that time has tumbled houses through,
and cars - a '59 Ford, '61 Bonneville,
the minty . . .
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September 02, 2007 10:16 PM EDT --
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Where the freeway onramp ends, there we'll park
and open doors to wild plum trees bent with birth
upon limbs, amid leaves, beyond the fence girth;
we'll take white pails from the trunk while . . .
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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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January 07, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
The Diggers sway, lean out needled fingers
in easy forty-fives, wrench back, gray turnings
of sap greens: rain's way of backspacing
tints and tones, pixel by pixel, erased. . . .
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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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February 08, 2008 06:38 PM EST --
I will tell you how I mark my place,
even though the act may send shivers
along vertebrae and arms,
set fingers of book lovers all atremble,
whether burly-knuckled, talcum sleek, or parchment . . .
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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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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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August 31, 2007 03:33 PM EDT --
On Monday the air at my open window came in uninvited
and at such a pace: not a run, not a skip, but with the sweep
of a ballroom diva gliding a fast fox-trot. I had no choice
but to name . . .
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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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October 15, 2007 08:26 PM EDT --
Into view from the desolate window
red bud's rotting leaves, the malnourished tree
I planted as a string, one of 12,
compensation for Arbor Day Foundation
donations of cash, this . . .
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March 28, 2008 04:10 PM EDT --
Isla Negra arrived and I remembered
yesterday:
the weak spatter of loose green,
a green watered down with yellow,
a green that could not rise from its bed
of winter twig. Today, . . .
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March 30, 2008 10:26 PM EDT --
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Where the freeway onramp ends, there we'll park
and open doors to wild plum trees bent with birth
upon limbs, amid leaves, beyond the fence girth;
we'll take white pails from the trunk . . .
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June 04, 2008 05:45 PM EDT --
Hold a finger to your tongue then raise that one
into the air, hold it there, that one,
all its heightened sensors
wetted for approaches:
let them come.
You are ready,
heart on . . .
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August 05, 2009 12:02 PM EDT --
1. I found nubby letter R’s meant for jackets, meant to brag, meant to say to everyone, I got this one for swimming, this one for track.
I found the Iwo Jima buckle, brass and never worn.
I . . .
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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 01, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
She naps through November,
a calico feline,
back curved into the bluff
as if in an easy chair, and purrs
the stone riffles of autumn,
her tail a quiet “s” trickle
between hardpan and . . .
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