poetry

rust

Things rust.
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poplars

My sister Cara passed five years ago. This poem speaks to her loss and yet still finding her here in one of many ways.
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our twee lives

I discovered the word “twee” today and just had to use it.
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grumble and crab

if you want to know a wall . . .
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the haunted man

another poem in my series on memory loss
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shoe box

Sometimes packages carry more than gifts.
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seeds

many seeds produce just a few trees, if any
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what we share

the sea seems always right there
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life sentence

I’m not sure I’d want the life of a poem.
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Needs

I needed to write a kids poem for Kids Poem Wednesday. So, I guess the word was on my mind.
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