Archive for ‘Linda’

July 10, 2017

Quill

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Freeimages.com/asafesh

Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –

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July 8, 2017

Haiku-11

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Haiku-11-pink

(photo by Linda Rose)

© L. Rose

July 4, 2017

Whale Watcher: The Nantucket Project

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Freeimages.com/Bartek Ambrozik

There once was a man from Nantucket
(wait for it…)
Who wanted to go to the sea<
He meant to see whales
so he hoisted his sails
and toward the horizon went he

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July 4, 2017

Only Words

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The words are only words.
Only fools love the words.
What counts is the heart and soul
behind them.

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June 29, 2017

Sunny

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Photo by Linda Rose

Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,

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June 27, 2017

Haiku-10

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Rain rests so lightly
A-top the petals – velvet
light glimmers and shines

 

© L. Rose

June 17, 2017

Life Sucks Sometimes

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life sucks sometimes, and the music stops
the flow slows and sludges like tar
and blood pounds and throbs in the ear
the eyes and ears search for – something

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June 17, 2017

The Eye Series:

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There’s something…
there in her eyes.
For a moment
it flashes then fades.

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May 29, 2017

No Cure for the Sorrow

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Photo by Linda Rose

Memorial Day – 2017

There’s no cure for the sorrow
That war puts upon
The family, the soldier
The lover, the young

Oh, I sing of the sad ones who wander around

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May 25, 2017

Blend In

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That’s me there –
in the hallway –
hands in my pockets, I make myself small.
My eyes to the floor,
I weave my way class-ward
trying to blend in to the walls

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May 16, 2017

Haiku-9

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great sturgeon swims by;
sitting on the rivers side,
we watch in silence

© L. Rose

May 9, 2017

Plane Food

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Out the window
the
World is a tiny place
and
All of the boundaries disappear

Now we are above the clouds

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May 4, 2017

Spring Break

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heavy heart
cluttered mind
pain and confusion
had to be left behind

wandering soul

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April 29, 2017

The Eyes Series: The Storm of the Eye

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There’s a storm
that resides in her eyes –
swirling, blowing –
destroying inwardly

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April 28, 2017

Hamlet’s Words

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Hamlet called them words
in his feigned madness.
To him they were words – mere words,
but to me they might mean so much more.

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April 25, 2017

Starfish

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I made a starfish
out of sugar
It’s here on the table
trying to scurry away

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April 21, 2017

Beauty is…

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Beauty is…

The voice of truth
raised in song
accompanied by heart

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April 21, 2017

Beauty Is…

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NorthDakotaMorning

Photo by Doug Hahn

in the silence of a brand new
morning.
Sitting, waiting for the sun – you
absorb
the gentle quiet of dawn, while
secretly

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April 16, 2017

Easter Memories

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Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
.
We waited for the Easter Bunny
like we did for Santa Claus,
but he would bring the gift of spring
with his soft, little bunny paws.

We did the prep work hopefully
thinking nothing of the chore,
like colouring pretty Easter eggs
and decorations for the door.

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April 14, 2017

The Eyes Series: Deception

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Deep, deep in his dark, bright eyes
sits the ice and snowy death
of his past.
The deeds he’d done
the wrongs he’d spread

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April 13, 2017

Happy Birthday Duke

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DukesFirstDay

Photo by Linda Rose

It’s been a full year, since you first joined our clan
and hid yourself there inside my bag.
You didn’t quite know what to make of us,
all coo-ey, and huggy, and making a fuss.
Our kitchen floor had you splayed on all fours
’til we brought you upstairs to the carpeted floor.

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April 9, 2017

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part III

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PurpleTurtle

© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose

It seems that I have lost my friend.
I must find out where she’s gone.
My name is purple turtle,
and it’s no fun to be alone.

I found myself inside a box
with a lot of noise around,
and then I was lifted to a shelf
where I am sitting now.

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April 6, 2017

At Your Side

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FreeImages.com/Steve Knight

The whistle screams the hour for you to go.
There’s one last word to whisper, here, to you.
Your tears well up in eyes so sad and low.
My leaden heart stops, short, my every move.
I breathe a shiv’ry breath and take your hand,

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April 1, 2017

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part II

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With great anticipation
her family came to town,
and everyone watched anxiously
for a look at their new home.

It was yellow, with big, black shutters
and a yard for them to run.
They could actually see the ocean;
oh, this was going to be fun.

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March 30, 2017

Decisions

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I missed my opportunity
when I put it off.
I thought I had plenty of time.
I went about my business,
though it never left my mind.
Now he’s gone and I’m left to cry.

As is bound to happen
when a tender moments gone,

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March 28, 2017

Phantoms No More

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You took the phantoms
from my life
locked ’em up and out of site
with gentle hands, a simple kiss

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March 25, 2017

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part I

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PurpleTurtle

© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose




Here they go again,
packing up to leave.
Her daddy’s job was like that
[never asking me…]
.

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March 22, 2017

Happy World Poetry Day!: An Homage to William Wordsworth

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Ah, once again, there they go,
a slight roll of the eyes
and a recoil from something foul,
but we know – you and I –

but most I’ve met in daily life
react with mild disdain

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