letter to William Stafford

letter to William Stafford   Dear Bill, How long’s it been?  Sorry I missed you last time around.  Suppose you’re still writing there, just like you always do, granddaughter or not nibbling at your toes, adoring you, eating your attention just like pie.  Funny how she stole herself into the early dawn, you in your writing time, suddenly [...]

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untitled dream number one

untitled dream number one   this is it.  this is drowning. the pastel movie beneath the marque. there was uncle bob who survives adventures, then one day just died anyway.  there was crazycat who ate chocolate and lived.  there were swimming lessons and a first kiss, both late by the calendar. there were silent mean streets that did [...]

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Inside inside

Inside inside Four feet tall poem group index When I am here not here I think your face inside my eyes When a cloud ambles by I think eyes not mine looking mine When I stumble I am blind When I am between pencil and pen drawing appears without my hand I think I feel [...]

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Dunne Avenue incomplete

 read write prompt #100  turning dreams into poetry by bruce covey   Dunne Avenue incomplete   The house arrived about noon.  Just down the street. South, then West where the sun would pinhole horizon’s thread.   Roses and green, space enough in between for a child to scramble. Flitting.  Hiding.  Other children almost there, but not [...]

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You asked

    read write prompt #93 – Make it a whopper by Deb Scott This week, tell a lie.  Make it big or make it small.  Take some seed from that and see what poem comes.  Not so easy for me (or too easy?), and this was actually the third poem that I finally settled [...]

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Sea-salt sand

Sea-salt sand   What dreams does star-dust dream?   Eucalyptus wind stirred by monarch wings. The scent of sea-salt sand between your toes. The spectacle of your silent fire-blue eyes. The color of warm rain in your smile,    seasons ripened within blue waves.   Montaña de Oro, a harvest in starbright paint. The taste [...]

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San Carlos Creek

San Carlos Creek.     Every bough bends before wind’s waiting touch, saying – here,      come this way,     bend your breath into me. Each tree beside the creek has its’ own ritual dance, each beckon sky, swaying thirsty green tresses, inviting breezes within their whispered tapestry, this mating courted here.     Wind [...]

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Found beneath my chair

Found beneath my chair     Says wondering to chair,      Is this home? Says chair to wondering,      Be seated.   Says chair to chorus,      I am one. I am one. Says chorus to chair,      Listen. Listen.   Says room to door,      We are coming. Be willing. Says door to expectation, [...]

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The dreams that grass dreams

The dreams that grass dreams.     Each night sky climbs down close, answering the small prayers of grass, left lingering on echoes where feathers have been. Each night grass takes it’s secret drink,     and sky says – tell me.     Grass answers – here, and here, here a man’s feet passed over me, [...]

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Slender blue ribbons

Slender blue ribbons.   Slender blue ribbons of passage trailed behind, sweeping down sky. Feathered wings sing whispers into air, sun on quills like a sail’s brow, harbor dreams, blue mirrors blue     approaching shadow’s feet.   Echoes traced the horizon arc. Witnessed, myself and another, a compass over an afternoon lake. Some lesson from [...]

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