Tag: creative writing
member name: Sandy F.
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November 30, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
Poetry
Music from the Heart
So much depends upon
words
set in motion
a comma here,
a dash-- there.
So much depends upon
feelings
held in check
a tear there
a sigh here.
So much . . .
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November 30, 2007 08:04 PM EST --
Mid Summer Night
I wake to darkness
moonlight shining silver through
a cool window pane
Rarified Lunch
Fresh tomatoes sliced
red rose in a drinking glass
cup of cool water
Night . . .
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January 01, 2008 10:35 PM EST --
You know the ones I mean. They can be friends or family--even partners, children, parents, anyone you might trust with your heart. They are those who come in under our radar, . . .
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January 31, 2008 03:37 PM EST --
Here's a poem I'm still working on: too wordy, unclear what is being said, needs focus. Too many "I" beginnings, the "I should" repetition is distracting.
Rough . . .
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December 15, 2008 02:29 PM EST --
"Git yer dirty hands outta that bowl," Grandma growled. "I don't truck with lickin' the bowl afore the cake is turned out of it."
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November 30, 2007 07:19 PM EST --
Wait! Oh, wait just one moment, she said.
I so wanted to dance a bit more.
The clock struck and she ran
losing a shoe and
unfinished dances
kisses untasted.
That waltz music sang in her . . .
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December 09, 2007 04:02 PM EST --
It was December 15, 1991 . My daughter and her husband had just lost the baby they hoped would complete their blended family. . . .
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February 02, 2008 09:40 PM EST --
The path they may have walked
is slippery with the late-spring snow.
My feet move on new clover ~ edged in ice
so like my heart ~ remembering
frightened children crying in the dark. . . .
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March 20, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
We are surrounded by strangers, each one intent on his own life. We can live a long life this way, with few really . . .
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May 02, 2008 09:00 PM EDT --
We've had a strange spring in Bishop, CA where I live. In late February we had a 10 day warm spell when our trees leafed out and our fruit trees budded for fruit. Sadly, all . . .
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February 09, 2008 07:46 PM EST --
My mother is dying. Not today, but possibly tomorrow; for sure by next month. We are doing the hospice thing. . . .
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March 01, 2008 06:48 PM EST --
"I gave them to my housekeeper," my mother says.
She is eighty and frail.
"Those old green beads of mine, the earrings too.
You never wear earrings."
A small thing, yet it . . .
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May 07, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
Cream-style Corn: A Memory of my Mother
My mother was dying and we had started the sad proposition of hospice care. As a single woman of fifty-six, I worked full time, and . . .
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December 23, 2008 04:22 PM EST --
If dreams of paradise should come
and put reality aside,
How will the hope of years abide
Within our hearts, or whispers of humdrum
Existance fail to be forgotten . . .
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August 12, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
These two poems were written yesterday when I was supposed to be editing my book. I think the reason is self-explanitory.
Undue Influence
Morning sun in bright lines reflects . . .
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September 02, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
It was on this day in 1945 that Japan formally surrendered to the United States, marking the end of World War II. It was a gray, overcast day. The surrender took place on the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay, . . .
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April 05, 2008 05:16 PM EDT --
Round and round she skated. Then her newly sharpened skates cut through the thinning ice and she plunged into the freezing water below. When she finally lost her grip on the broken . . .
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December 09, 2007 03:54 PM EST --
My Christmas Wish
One year, if time is kind to me,
I'd like to decorate a tree for Christmas
Resplendent with all the things that never break
Nor fall, . . .
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March 23, 2008 02:04 PM EDT --
In Frijoles Canyon
Anasazi cliff dwelling ruins
An ancient wind blows
across Puye Cliffs
whispering in the piles . . .
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January 05, 2009 03:56 PM EST --
I just joined a group which asks: "We're through with homework, soccer games, cheerleading practice, PTA meeting and carpool lines. Now what?"
Believe me, you don't want to . . .
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