Tag: poetry
member name: Kathryn Esplin-Oleski
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April 26, 2006 12:09 AM EDT --
You,
go ahead
push open the gates
they're not locked
they're waiting for you
You,
who years ago
betrayed me with a kiss
a lie, cheated and lay with her
You,
look in the mirror
and heal thyself . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:57 AM EDT --
In the quiet of the dark, I arose. I arose to pitch black slid to grey, hoping for a water color wash. I looked up, hoping for rosy dawn, but did not find her. The impatiens on my balcony opened, . . .
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May 12, 2008 09:04 PM EDT --
last month, cold snowrain out my window danced,
pushed crocus further toward the mantle;
still, I await the hush when sunlight streams,
world stops, holds its breath! in eternity,
while purple . . .
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February 22, 2008 06:12 PM EST --
Once more I want to ride the carousel,
whose galloping ponies' bright-painted thighs undulate and sing to my core,
and yet fear shrieks: hold fast the pole, hold fast the pole, hold fast the . . .
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July 06, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Run to the mountain, the pond, to Walden: run on two-year old legs that crouch in the sand as we laugh and scoop sand-buckets for sand castles. Run fast before time steals, shifts in my mind's eye. . . .
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June 06, 2006 07:28 PM EDT --
pure evil
that painted
whore
in our bed
her children, bound to ours
that dark night, your soul
thrashes upon a sea of unknowing
your black soul cries misery
upon your bones wracked in pain
now
your torment-knotted . . .
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January 20, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
I was 19 and you, 21: full of Baudelaire, Rimbaud and Apollonaire at Montagne's Bistro drinking Slibovice, we imagined we were Revolutionaries side by side with Papa and Gertrude, ignoring the obvious . . .
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May 02, 2006 02:59 AM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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May 25, 2007 01:31 AM EDT --
Blue, bright, a baby blue,
Is a boy dressed in sailor blues;
The word pops from the mouth, like blowing raspberries;
Blue, is a baby boy
Whom we chuck under the chin
To make him laugh;
Pink, like cotton . . .
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June 12, 2007 06:23 PM EDT --
I waited weeks for them, the goslings;
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah;
I waited by the pond's edge as ripples spread near the edge;
I waited under the footbridge, searching . . .
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November 23, 2007 05:03 PM EST --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search . . .
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April 10, 2008 07:22 PM EDT --
For Boris G., bozlich.gather.com , a poet who dreams poetry, then makes poems of his dreams. You will be amazed when you read some of his articles. I particularly recommend: REVELATA CELESTIA . . .
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May 02, 2006 09:11 AM EDT --
Like a dandelion to the wind he goes
from hearth to school
come September
youth's first bloom
a tall 5-year-old
last night, his 18th birthday
our son
life of dreams
promised hope
no longer child, but . . .
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June 28, 2007 09:51 PM EDT --
I yearn for the pre-dawn, this steamy night; I yearn for the hush, that momentary moment of quiet between gray-scale and the rosy fingers of dawn, slipping over the horizon.
The chickadee chirps his mating . . .
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June 30, 2007 11:00 PM EDT --
Fecundity passes; I watch rosy youth bust out, looking for sensual healing; youths laugh, lean into one another and tilt their heads, just so - they hold hands, they're in their salad days, callow, . . .
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July 20, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
when water breaks
tides rise, boughs break
water comes tumbling down.
droplet, perched on wine glass edge
Blakean echoes
the world in a grain of sand.
droplet, perched on wine glass edge,
falling inside, . . .
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July 23, 2007 05:11 PM EDT --
as if in a dream, I walk through branches
in filmy nightclothes as cloud wisps catch
the underpinnings of raiments and thorns shred clothes
and the cloven hooves beat a solemn sensuality in marked dactylic . . .
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June 10, 2007 09:58 AM EDT --
The rain that pelts the earth in early morn reminds me of the woman who carries the milk jug upon her head: she labors of the earth, lashes her soul to earth, binds her heart to earth. It is so with the . . .
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June 20, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
Hello and welcome to Writing Essentials on Wednesdays. As the Writing Essentials Member Editor for Wednesdays, I will be moderating this page today in the Writing Essentials group. writing.gather.com . . .
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July 04, 2007 09:44 AM EDT --
Today, July 4th - I will be Featuring the strongest of articles that relate to a holiday. Not just Independence Day, USA - but Canada Day, any National Holiday, or any other holiday, anywhere, of your . . .
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