Monday morning…
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cold
the longest night (A poem)
A nasty cold is not particularly conducive to writing poetry, but I gave it a shot…
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Broken teeth and second-degree burns (A poem)
A pantoum inspired by physical sensations and the occasional mind-body struggle.
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When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)
Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days.
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A morning poem (a poem)
The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been used. My snow words were granule, icy, angels, crystalline, blanket, powder, pack, flurry, blizzard, and flake; my oil words were fuel, golden, stain, fluid, smooth, slick, viscous, slip, flammable, and commodity.
The death of the Grand Dame (A poem)
Attempting to form a tribute from a jumble of impressions on a very long day…
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Sickbed slumber #4 (a poem)
Almost better—just one day, maybe two, to go…
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Sickbed slumber #2 (a poem)
O! The joys of sleeping with a cold…
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Happy Thanksgiving (A poem)
True story…
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After the equinox (A poem)
Up too early—a bit chilly this morning…
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