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FallFall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip dow
Ballad3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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A mirrorA mirror4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mirror that shows another face.
I have a face that asks to hear a song.
I have a song with room for light.
I have light that is the red inside every color.
I have a color that is waiting for its name.
I have a name that means tenderness.
I have tenderness caught in a mirror.
No Time for the BluesI had no time for the blues,No Time for the Blues3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but they had time for me.
They came to my house
about a quarter to three.
I had to get out of bed
when they knocked on the door.
But why had they come?
They would not tell me what for.
I was awake with the blues
for the rest of the night.
And oh, I saw the blues
by the dawn's early light.
It was a quarter to nine,
I had things I should do.
But I couldn't go out,
I was feeling so blue.
And so I said to the blues,
you must have somewhere to go.
They glanced at the time
and they answered me no.
I had no time for the blues
but the blues didn't care.
All the time in the world
is what the blues h
Love Walked AloneLove Walked Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love walked alone. The party was nearly all
such parties ever are – faces, voices, open arms.
But she had stepped outside without a word
or sign, then left the building for the street.
There she bent down, undid her shoes and stood
on the sidewalk in bare feet. She knew the city well,
had traced many paths through it, heard many times
the same hearts beat, the same voices, the same
silences and sighs. She could hear them now.
But every walk brought surprise, and tonight
there was singing somewhere, how far away
she was not sure, but a great many voices rose.
She went in what seemed the right direction,
following the grid o
Page 73 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Fig. 4363 years ago in Collage
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So3 years ago in Collage
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Waiting for My Rider BluesWell, I'm waiting for my rider,Waiting for My Rider Blues4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hope she gets back soon.
We really should be leaving
if we are going to reach the moon.
My rider is a sweet one
and she likes to navigate.
But we got to get a move on
or we are going to be late.
She went into the city
to buy us bread and wine.
If she got lost inside the market,
getting out could take some time.
There may have been bad weather,
and she was caught by a storm.
Just as soon as she gets back here,
we will both be safe and warm.
She may have met a crowd of people
who were watching a parade.
She may be waiting till it passes,
and they move a barricade.
She may have heard s
Close3 years ago in Collage
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Strong BluesDo you ever get a break?Strong Blues3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I haven't had one in so long.
People see how long it's been
and they tell me I am strong.
Do you ever tell the truth?
I keep trying now and then.
It's a risky thing to tell it -
hurts like hell to hold it in.
Sometimes I feel like Samson,
I want to tear this temple down.
If I were buried in the rubble,
who would look till I was found?
Maybe this is how you do it,
maybe this is being strong.
But I'd like to have a break,
I haven't had one in so long.
Selected9 months ago in Collage
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