Category: Poetry

Peaks 0

Peaks

The time has grown long. Many have stopped climbing and headed back down. Some have just decided to settle on the spot where they grew tired. And now, two more have chosen utterly different...

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’14 Summer Swansong (part 4)

August 29th We pass the peach and apple groves as we make our way across the Boscobel estate. Locate an ideal spot upon which to picnic on which on the great lawn overlooking the...

Bulbs 2

Rooms

room of light balls room of candles room of bluebells bluebird then the images disappear as they are wanted to more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

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Ghosts

Poem Light on the leaves Beams through the trees Footsteps gentle on the grass Dreams blurring Memories stirring Subdued feelings in the landscape Ghosts we knew Walking with us as we grew The cast...

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Drunk

Poem   Your lips – red as wine. The wine I drink every night and day – sweet, divine! I see tears on your cheeks- wet, burning your pallid skin. Little smile, sad and...

family of three walking on the beach at sunset 0

’14 Summer Swansong (part 3)

August 27th The water covers our ankles, and it’s still cold after a summer’s worth of sun. A few steps in, and waves crash against our knees. The undertow pulls and pulls. Frankie soon...

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Hey How About

Happily ever after? Let’s test that theory Further along Short woes Fill out the long form The dénouement is a laser show For the blind Tapestries seem to hang better Under stars Finally things...

Road, poem about liberation 1

Onwards

Poem My mind’s just beginning to settle Realizing this life is but an odyssey So I’m walking towards eternity Leaving behind whispers in each taken step This, I am sure, is true reincarnation I...

After The End 0

After The End  

Set me down in the ashes After the end of things. When the clocks have accepted their stillness. With cool silences stretching unfettered overhead. We could send our stories elsewhere, Off where they keep...

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’14 Summer Swansong (part 2)

August 25th The car rattles up the first hill, reaches the top, then ever so slowly passes over it. Wheels thunder on iron rails, while screams arise from passengers, as it rushes down. Mira...

The Sea and Me 1

What It Takes

Stop waiting. You already have what it takes. Too often we live in procrastination Too often we forget to find meaning A chance to grow A chance to succeed A chance to taste sweet...

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The Weight

I was hollow shadows holding onto four hours of sleep and Ambien, wearing sunglasses inside, under excruciatingly dim lights. My eye sockets sinking into my cheekbones. People would visit my mom’s hospital room with...