Poetry

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg

How Long the Night Was: A Poem

Having traveled
farther than the bright meteors
to find
each other again, we touched

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You Are Part of This: A Poem

You are part of this
yet if you tremble, trip and fall
it is all gone-

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Dream of the Garden: A Poem

A rakish falcon sickles through a cloud
of swallows in the poplars.

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As Winter Comes: A Poem

There are prints of flowers and leaves
on a wall that has forgotten spring.

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A Bad Day: A Poem

The kid is scared of a balloon,

runs bawling while his sister

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(tanka): A Poem

the old maple
holding its yellow leaves

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Revolution: A Poem

Dangerously far from the sidewalk…

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Laundry Boy’s Change: A Poem

The priest stepped up to the alter of clichés

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What Happened: A Poem

What happened to the lyric, eh?

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Dirty Floors: A Poem

It is Saturday,
time to remove the week’s dust

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Julia: A Poem

JULIA

is matty’s little girl
and she’s the cutest thing.

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Boundary Stones #1 & #2: Poems

Two poems by Winter 2006-07 Featured Poet Alison Eastley BOUNDARY STONES #1 He slips in and out of windows leaving finger prints instead of writing "I’ve already left and I’m not coming back. Don’t try to contact me or complicate loss" not that I’d dream his disappearing act may well mean a perfect white statue […]

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Inaudible Gestures Grown All Too Cold: A Poem

I remember stopping, on my way
to my annual family reunion,
at my great grandparent’s old farm

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Sylvia Plath: A Poem

A curtain’s frizz is
stagey and black

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She: A Poem

pieced together,
held by floss,
and
fishing line

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