green chair you sit patient
with generations you speak
“i am always here”
[author’s note: my green chair is beyond a piece of furniture… it is a deep connection to the past and strangely enough, a friend]
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pious
across the way
the children come from church.she is naked
from the shower,
hair drips falling from shoulders
across belly and down each leg
steaming the window, warm.he closes the blinds.
when he asks her to kneel
she takes and eats.
from her, he drinks. all is dark as
in the beginning.[circa creative writing class 2002]
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la jolla nightclub (haiku)
La Jolla, you in
your stillettos- upturned nose-
hazy your motivesholds promise despite –
in spite, the waves Pacific
still wash the beach clean.
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love lost (never had)
love lost (and never had)
reappeared in a dream
the same car my driving hand
pounding nervous on the leather
of the steering wheel
while the other
twirled with your left in air
-the space between, unspoken-
fingers of each folding
over again and again
palms pressed and teased
together apart togetheruntil you leave, step outside into
a space of darkness
and i double over myself
in the wrenching realization.
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suitcase catches flies
suitcase catches flies
lazy like a bullfrog, one tongue
a red blouse casually
laying as if a humid breeze
slowly lifted it’s hand
and with an “easy chile” slipped
back comfortably against
a cool mint julep bra.[author’s note… this poem is just another thing i’m doing rather than packing my suitcase]
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fall day at the Woods
smalll bony legs crook’d
over a driveway of shale
“here’s one!!!”
to a fossil, and our cousins
visiting…“let’s go!!”
tossed aside, then
scampering off to that place
where rotting wood is our
breakfast – in our fort,
a few saplings
leaned to a trunk, first creep inside
“Snake!!!”
racing fast to the river,
there a high crossing keeps
out intruders and
Indian-style
we eat pockets of winesap
apples, ruddy green
red
like that one pesky leaf
floating downstream
throw a rock, watch it sink….
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happy labor day weekend
Happy labor day weekend to all those in the States! Take some time to read poetry 🙂 Try out the search engine or the categories and see if you can find a new fav poem. Then when you find it- leave a comment (!) take care everyone, j
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reading Sylvia Plath (on a Friday night)
not quite midnight yet the page
hustles me to suddenly note –
the catch of desperation in my throat
outside Earl’s temptous winds a beggar
on their wayward trek to Maine
clacking round my lonely legs bare lain
with echoes of a lonely man
whom outside speaks maniacal tone
“where am i going?” i couldn’t know
and the north winds of a sweet
counter-clockwise spin round, a round
saying lonely child, silence is yet a sound.
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box of magic (haiku)
black plastic conceals
a red silk scarf… say IT loud —
poof, it disappears![i had a toy when i was young that taught you magic…. i just remembered it tonight for some reason]
Poetry by JC Snyder 