Tag: poetry
member name: Brenda Clews
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August 08, 2006 12:07 AM EDT --
As the breeze plays the leaves like a wind chime, pushing back their pale milky undersides, the whole tree swaying, a dancer's arms held high, gently bending backwards and forwards, the leaves flipping . . .
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March 21, 2008 05:44 PM EDT --
Click here for an MP3 Recording of Eostre, Or Cross of Sheer Light (2:25min)
Eostre, Or Cross of Sheer Light
I found myself ebbing
away, and so I fasted.
When my commitment . . .
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November 02, 2009 05:29 PM EST --
Chthonic goddess of the greening earth. Wrinkled, like tree bark, painted, an exotic glade. Process, the recycling of Nature, life emerging from death. An organic art. The mask's fronds . . .
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September 01, 2006 11:51 AM EDT --
Tonality of the moon. The deep listening to the speaking that is witheld in the voice. What hides in the silence that isn't silent. Where the gasp, retreat, plummeting. Clouds mull over the moon, concealing . . .
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August 03, 2006 08:39 PM EDT --
Are the day's edges golden
curving in to red
at the centre?
On this pressingly hot day I amble
down the long city block trailing my cart for
oranges, bananas, strawberries, apples,
green beans, . . .
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August 09, 2006 07:03 PM EDT --
The hill rolls away, cut grass freshly mowed,
to the dappled children running.
The blue is so blue. Even in this small park,
forested under the spreading
arms of the trees. Who are singing;
each leaf . . .
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August 13, 2006 12:17 AM EDT --
The wind
is a dancer;
her flowing silk shawls
rustling the trees.
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The wind
is a dancer;
her silk veils and petticoats
rustling the trees.
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The wind
is a dancer;
lyrically streaming . . .
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August 13, 2006 07:05 PM EDT --
Cut it, and cut it, until the meaning's almost lost.
Dreams remain,
hovering.
Pain runs up my left shoulder blade
through my neck into the left throbbing side of my head
and curves over my . . .
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August 25, 2006 03:47 PM EDT --
Freshly edited for Sparky's Illustrated Poem Marathon.
larger version here
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September 01, 2006 09:10 AM EDT --
the absence
the negative space
the only space
the free space
the filling space
to cover wanderings
to put everything that doesn't exist
all the figments
and all the fears
blooming creativity . . .
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August 07, 2006 08:17 PM EDT --
The wind
is a dancer;
her flowing silk shawls
rustling the trees.
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August 21, 2006 12:10 PM EDT --
(Receiving feedback, that I think I agree with, that this photopoem is flowery and Hallmark-y, I thought perhaps I should put it back in the context of the writing in my notebook that day, while wondering . . .
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March 04, 2007 01:29 PM EST --
Friday March 2, 2007
the morning after the storm
rockpools of melted snow saltwater
my lover leaning on the distant dirge
blocks of ice crack from rooftops and tumble floating into the streets
as . . .
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August 29, 2006 07:22 PM EDT --
I look out
under a heavy, concrete sky.
What do you make of that?
A day when the clouds are made of concrete.
So I heaved
with my chisel and hammered
chipping away at the
range of mountains . . .
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September 12, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
In the unfathomableness of what happens to us as we live our lives, the places where we are so profoundly jolted we can barely understand what the forward momentum should be if we are to remain free of, . . .
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January 07, 2007 02:24 PM EST --
Should I stay, or move on?
This question central in many facets of my life presently. Yet even the new vistas we explore become continuations of the old issues from which we cannot escape. The . . .
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March 11, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
This prose poem is dedicated to that magnifique intellectual and poet par excellence, John Walter. Who I'm in love with. Isn't every woman on Gather? Ahh... some of the lines in this piece came . . .
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December 02, 2007 11:52 AM EST --
Snow drifts from the sky whitely combing
the red and golden yellow leaves;
when it melts,
bare limbs climb into the sky.
I want to lie on those whorls of wood,
like mastheads of stately Nordic goddesses . . .
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May 24, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
Sketch of Sketches
It's really pale, I apologize. A pencil sketch of sketches from a lifedrawing session in, oh, Nov 06, that's how long it's been! Feeling like painting again... . . .
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August 08, 2006 09:24 PM EDT --
http://wordpainting.gather.com
Do you paint pictures with your words? Are you a writer who is an artist, photographer, filmmaker? Word Painting is a multi-media group.
Group Tags: drawing . . .
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