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- And We Left Standing at allpoetry
On the death of a friend
from ovarian cancer - MOUNTAIN DULCIMER at DOGWOOD TIME at sharepoetry
arpeggios and
headstones - MOUNTAIN DULCIMER at DOGWOOD TIME at allpoetry
Dogwood and Mountain Dulcimer
and southern headstones - The Barrow Waits Upon the Crofter’s Widow at sharepoetry
Abandoned at high tide’s furthest edge – / load of kelp, rake and barrow stand / silent in anticipation. / / The sun reflects opaline / to match the fire in her eyes, / as the pulsing inner ocean / the waves without – / and she, standin - On Standing Lutheran in a Bavarian Field at sharepoetry
I come both tourist and penitent today / to this weed-choked and overgrown / parade ground of the damned; / cracked, upthrust by winters, crumbling, / a useless place of refuse and debris, / a metaphor of its time. / Barbed wire all in rust - Grulla in the Sedge on Wicken Fen at sharepoetry
Chronicled medieval, / yet known so long before, / I would this rescued fen survey / as did Neolithic man / living at fen edge and grassed island - / before the coming of the Roman engineers, / or the greedy titled lords' Hollandic drains - Grulla in the Sedge on Wicken Fen at allpoetry
A fantasy vacation
in Englands fenlands - On Standing Lutheran in a Bavarian Field at allpoetry
PTSD, guilt,
and the aftermath of war - The Sound that Stars Make Rushing Throught the Sky at allpoetry
“Bamewawagezhikaquay”
What insight is in a name! - ISLE of TIDES at allpoetry
A life without borders
has no centre - Trawler K991 at allpoetry
Dry-docked -
a fishwife all alone and watchful –
- ‘Way - Haul Away at allpoetry
“She’s aground! She’s aground!”
the call came down the road, - My Northern Senses Born Deciduous at allpoetry
My Northern Senses Born Deciduous - On a rainy Sunday at sharepoetry
This vista in my memoried youth recalled / on a rainy Sunday morning in my aged day. / / White gleaming forest, / these stunted trees row and rank stand, / seeming as alabaster in the noon sun, / stretching endless beyond the eyes’ compass. - Nagadawaso at sharepoetry
Kaanada Giisaadendamookaazo
- All These Be Poetry at allpoetry
Some, sequential words arranged according to forms as old - All These Be Poetry at sharepoetry
Some, sequential words arranged / according to forms as old / as Athens or David’s Psalms. / Cascading sounds, / crafted complexity / appearing simple, / fecund with meanings / to birth in us / some pleasant response. / / Or / - URHEIMAT and JEDERMANN at sharepoetry
Being a poli-ethnic migrant / I sometimes surf the Internet, / in search of my family’s Urheimat. / / I have a passport, though rather out of date, / and a formal document that says that I am / a naturalized citizen of a modern nation state. - Banned Import at sharepoetry
Paradox globalised – / macro-economics and borderless Internet / co-exist insanely with / exclusivist tribal identify / and cyclical ancestral wars; / while modern technologies / cohabitate with primeval sins. / / Migrant of these dist - "V-B" at sharepoetry
/ Grey as a field on a dusty day, / exhausted men sit and try / to drink the village dry. / / In the distance the earth shakes / where a geyser erupts / molten and deadly. / There a ledge gives way, / stinking mud buries, / and still - Домик, затерянный в Нортвуде. at sharepoetry
Мягким светом стелется снег / Лыжи дремлют - На заре новой жизни… с тобой at sharepoetry
/ На заре новой жизни.... с тобой, / Встречая ден - The winter of his war at sharepoetry
This memory of war - / most senseless and hurtful thing / ever contrived by us. / Memory intrudes / aching and non-healing / but true, / and so unforgiving / upon our lives. / / This memory of war – / things we do when we must, / - «Язык – людское отражение» at sharepoetry
«Язык – людское отражение» / / Вспомни правду в - Warsava 1943 at sharepoetry
/ Shabbat eve / / Living candles ablaze / in the smoking ruins. / / Pockets of resistance / ambush and hide, / strangling ring tightens, / sewers become highways. / / Children watch over ancient walls, / gleeful on playground - the Greenhouse at sharepoetry
/ / Ambling there on country roads, / mossy stonewalls hemming, / remembering Frost’s ‘something there is / that doesn’t love a wall’. / Here in a Yankee autumn strolling / tree-tunnelled twisting lanes, / private and recluse ante-bellum - Uillean those pipes they are at sharepoetry
Uillean those pipes they are that cry my Bardic heart, / and delve historic blood-deep memories, as I / in mystic interplay / listen to Chieftains’ haunting harmonies. / / Fingers singing his strings to my soul, / the cruitire playing in t - Sean Nos at allpoetry
Uillean the pipes cry my mystic heart, and delve historic blood deep memories, - Saying SORRY at sharepoetry
SORRY / / Iconic word - / liberates emotively, / meaningful / for all its abstractions. / Focused / shades of meaning / calling us / to healing / nationally. / / Patient word – / past forever distant, / yet always with us. - When coming unaware at sharepoetry
When coming unaware / upon a name once known / we dredge and sift / the murk of memory, / seeking fossils / of relationships. / And in them find the linkages / to the laughter, / amorous intentions, / long discussions; / or / accus - When coming unaware at allpoetry
When coming unaware upon a name once known - Chameleon at sharepoetry
Multi-hued changeling / displaying beauty yet / mistress of disguise / masquerading innocence / your rolling eyes / taking in / everything / stealthy after prey / waiting frozen / motionless / till movement blurs / from speed / q - Thermals at sharepoetry
/ / / Once launched / wing we this wondrous thing aloft, / this unseen / pillar immaterial. / Yet so strong as to lift us up a feather, / not machine, / to share with birds in gyre / this lifting force that drives / the scudding - Poetry? at sharepoetry
Poems as Picasso’s work / disjointed / abundantly / severed / aggressively - / a Guernica of words. / / Contrapuntal adjectives in line proceed at pace / pronoun lite / adverb rich / dark and light amorously entwined / round some - Thermals at allpoetry
Once launched wing we this wondrous thing aloft,
