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Monthly Archives: May 2022
Pie Tarts
For the first time yesterday, I wrote the lines of another poet in a text. I noticed them. I referenced them in my mind as something to contain. The idea of an essay came into my mind again after more … Continue reading
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Poem Pickle Jars
If I knew the simple swings. Then my best isn’t good enough. I never know what to do sometimes. My laugh about pickle jars, and yours about stars.
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from e.e. cummings
who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from on high window of gold.
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Church Today Song How Can I Keep From Singing
Today I saw your heart. My life goes on in endless song Above earth’s lamentations.
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Sonnet The Way We Were
None of the paintings done in the department store, show the kitchen window, and me standing there, remembering, “The Way We Were.” Memories light the corners of my mind. I wasn’t sitting with Poirot, or listening to Ellery Queen. What … Continue reading
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Church Today
In, “Girl Singer,” the warmth and humor that distinguishes her singing, describes her transformation from school girl in kneesocks, to the wise, beautiful woman we remember in stage and song.
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Wallace Stevens Is A Broadway Musical
Wallace Stevens is a Broadway Musical. A large adventure is in my mind.
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Broadway Musicals Are Big Poems
People like to write poems about Broadway Musicals. The narrative is clear in their minds. The people are clear in their minds. The music is part of their lives. They know every note of the music. This is a poem … Continue reading
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When Does A Poem Pop Into Your Mind?
Self and other are not in the poetry. The poem is a puzzle. When does a poem pop into your mind? When you read a magazine. People love magazines. Magazines give people new ideas.
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Emily Dickinson And Robert Frost Humor Poetry
What if every poem by Emily Dickinson was making fun of a Bible verse? What if every poem by Robert Frost was making fun of every poem by Emily Dickinson?
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