Category: Poem
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Tao Play
When they come to the temple, they are but broken warriors, seeking redemption in Tao play. They enter the temple gates out of the shadows of their lives in the light of the sun rising on the horizon. They are vessels receiving and giving sustenance from the…
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Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for other opportunities to feature your work. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE…
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A Fine Coat
Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth. Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to…
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River Grass at Summer’s End
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a…
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Keep
This poem is for a challenge at dVerse~Poets Pub to write a poem of 44 words (Quadrille) using the word ‘Keep’. Keep is to cherish as love undenied. Keep is to perish as vinegar from wine. Keep is to guard like gold bricks and silver. Keep is too hard if…
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Status: Unfriended
We took for granted those easy days, believing in bonds, implicit contracts, soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm & kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee brewing for the brunches. Life…the miles… left us in the wilderness without food or drink or matches, only emojis, tags, and…
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Sunday Best: Light & Scars
It’s so nice to get recognition for your work! Thank you so much, Free Verse Revolution. Dear Readers, please scroll down to the part on Scars. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION has a new literary magazine. If you wish…
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The Art of War: Enter the Dragon
The Art of War: Enter the Dragon He sees me at a distance from the Salvation Army. The soft glow of my white hair, my short stature and square hips, a slight limp, a slow stride, I am an easy mark to a desperate bully. Mam! Mam! Come here! Come…
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An Imperfect Bride
Let’s go! It’s time! Now!? I’m still in my floral blue knit night gown, plum-colored sweatshirt, & baby doll slippers from Walmart! No one will see you or care. Not important. An uncharged phone? A half-packed purse? Uncompleted morning duties? I gather myself, an imperfect bride, for the trip. I…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 