Archive for ‘John.S’

May 27, 2017

Potential

by John S

I’ve seen where the snow melts to rivers,
passing over the cusp of terrain.

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May 14, 2017

Disbelief (a Cento)

by John S

Time does have mercy. But it doesn’t enumerate or wait.
A mother of course goes on setting the table, even if it’s with broken plate

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May 7, 2017

Real

by John S

A real poem may awaken you before dawn
as you watch the shadows scrape away the dark

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April 29, 2017

A careless triolet

by John S

A sudden silence in my wordless voice

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April 23, 2017

Metathesis

by John S

Raw material
thought unneeded and defective
on snows of paper-

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April 15, 2017

Pastel

by John S

Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
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In springtime, when our love was young
as children frolicking, run ’round and sung
wearing orchid dresses or mallow

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April 8, 2017

Whither

by John S

I wish in sounds that the wind makes
when rustling the leaves in rain, and
shakes, scattered and thrushed.

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April 1, 2017

Puzzled

by John S

The color is at least a brown,
though it shades a bit of red
with purple tones at corners
and the interlocking tab.

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March 26, 2017

Choice Words (Cento)

by John S

Under the wordless sky, come
with loveliness and the icy drouth
of hate –

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March 18, 2017

a sense

by John S

I’ve opined so to watch the sun recede
and stayed as stars emerged and glint to greet.

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March 12, 2017

Pattern

by John S

Going forth from dot to dot,
and lines to sect, and textured plat

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March 4, 2017

Crossroads Eulegy

by John S

The church at the corner
of High Street and Orange
has closed its doors, and will be
torn down.

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February 25, 2017

Hidden

by John S

In praise of pewter and braids –
and time that fills the empty spaces,

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February 18, 2017

Openings

by John S

The picket fence between me
and the road blends and
culminates with symmetry of

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February 4, 2017

Strings

by John S

To string a harp requires some skill,
nimble touches, and a willingness to grasp
and hold resolute while tightening.

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January 28, 2017

Walls and Bridges

by John S

Horizons awaken
and to get there from here one must see

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January 21, 2017

Summer in Chelsea

by John S

There’s a summer in Chelsea,
a lazy, flush sunrise –

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January 14, 2017

Reduction

by John S

He sees her wilting coriander
advancing ice and winter weather

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January 7, 2017

Thoughts on epiphany

by John S

I have decided that music
bears witness to the scenery around us.

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January 2, 2017

balmy

by John S

When indespant and lonse,
the words open up
and breathe on me
barthey verses, to which I’m wont.

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December 31, 2016

A question, in advance

by John S

It sings itself, doesn’t it?
the song about love and hope-
the one about couples, and snowfall and candles
familiar lyrics and trope.

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December 23, 2016

A Christmas Card

by John S

Poetry challenge: Christmas Poem.

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Paper greetings, printed in opaque black,
swirled with ochre tones – and embossed
with tinsel and glare.

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December 18, 2016

eau

by John S

a fragrant voice,
a merging sound
to gather yellow, red and crowned

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December 10, 2016

Concomitant

by John S

There is a slight twinkle
near the sun, and it brings a magic notion

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December 3, 2016

May to December: A Letter Poem

by John S

Dear Celia,

The weather has turned again, with its gray entrenchments.

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November 22, 2016

Is she

by John S

It is hollow sounding
once struck-
then resonant, tones

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November 18, 2016

Segues

by John S

Heading south, I hurried the darkened morning
behind me, and enveloped the sky-

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November 5, 2016

spirals

by John S

I followed the twisting branch
of the hazel tree, from the end
contorting me through its bends and corkscrew

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