glasses imprinting
you want what you perceive to be
calm be stable, be….
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hanging up the phone for the night
there is finality
to a phone call
ending
chatter of goodbye
lingering
room silent as if
a big-eyed pup is
beggingonly the cars
and the nightstand
proclaiming
a lighthouse for
who may be
callingstill: the night is late
beware of
dark thoughts
spilling
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reaching an end
“it’s just…
you never understand”
she sighing
ever so gently
in that woman’s way of
acceptance.he says
“God! then help me try”
speech
draped curtains of
exasperation,
face lined
mouth opening wide
on the last word“just help me try”
under breath, pleading…door clicks shut
giving up.
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untitled (nightmare at dawn)
have you ever had
a nightmare so real –
you are fighting him off
but he grabs your leg
… you jump awakeyour own hand
there on your knee.
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aug 15 only means one thing
it would have been my late grandfather Chuck Burrows’ birthday. he loved his birthday – so the date is imprinted in my mind almost more than my own. i miss him terribly, and don’t feel much like writing anything new; but i will link to a few:
Age 92
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/03/age-92.htmlScience Fair Project (How to anodize aluminum)
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/02/science-fair-project-how-to-anodize.htmlhttp://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-grandfathers-amazing-life.html
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antique shop (by my great-grandmother)
From my great-grandmother’s poetry book, Where Children Live (1958). By Alice B. Johnson (and with it I learn we have a shared love of antiques!!)
Antique Shop
I shall pretend that I have come to buy
A walnut highboy from New England way–
An alabaster trinket box in which
To tuck my precious jewelry away.A ruby goblet or a Spode tureen–
A lovely fragile Dreseden figure or
A silver coffee pot, a Sheffield tray–
Perhaps a shiny knocker for my door.Which shall it be? I can’t make up my mind
Until another time (so I’ll pretend),
And none will know, but I, that in my purse
There’s just one silver dollar I may spend.
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at Herman Miller’s house
outside greenlawn flowers brightly call sun to
come sit
be still
watch boats careen lazy, criss cross this way
to that
your chair,
a modern present nod to its creator.http://www.hermanmiller.com/discover/herman-millers-home-marigold-lodge/
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and Michigan appears
fly —
wing lights
straight towards the north star
and the lingering space of light
left from the annihilation of daydrive —
roads winding
past office parks generic concrete
then more dark trees slumbering
beneath stars slowly extinguished by fog
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regrets are like evergreens
outside he blames
cold snowy weather
clinging to evergreens,
white fingers so close,
those white hands
struggling to find a way,
gentle soft falling down
to rest on frozen groundoutside he waits
waits till seasons change
yet evergreens persist
they make him angry
those ghost white hands,
pine needles, red bleeding,
spring leading summer
but evergreens rememberhe walks
wishes time away
his beard grows long
he sings by heart the song
of pines rustling in the windoutside he sits
buttoned for another
a long hibernation
like a gnarled old bear
his New Year knows all
none can change this
only steadfast everygreens–
they never let him sleep.[author note: circa the “degas ‘three dancers’ journal 2003” – an admitted total break from my usual style]
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your voice (glistens)
your voice crashes
over me like waves
it roars and collapses
and recedes leaves me
parched, thirsty.
it pulls with the tides
it glistens in the moonlight
a rip tide it pulls me out
further and further.[circa the “zen” journal 2005]
Poetry by JC Snyder 