Tag: poem
member name: James Ciriaco
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December 18, 2009 12:58 PM EST --
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into the snow he waddles with bread for the birds
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eyes downcast her breath makes tea leaves ripple and spread
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poem creeps on three feet of thought woodblock world . . .
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November 12, 2009 02:26 PM EST --
Written after watching the Grand River one morning in September.
Heron’s reflection on still water, black as ink by the riverside: are you happier down there, fixed . . .
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November 14, 2009 05:31 PM EST --
writer heron black river reflecting as we flow
( This is a revision of "Heron's reflection," which was in need of improvement. This poem completes the thought that I had partially . . .
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December 14, 2009 04:54 PM EST --
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Dull black tile scum fattens in circles water left to stand.
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Down to this: my heart and the wind rag and bone.
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cocktails at the bar we play catch with faces
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another day down . . .
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November 20, 2009 02:09 PM EST --
Coffee beans crackle round the silver bowl, morning sharpens on the grounds.
On a bright midwinter day each breath cuts into the nose.
Hardscrabble sound squirrel takes refuge above grey tail aquiver. . . .
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December 11, 2009 05:16 PM EST --
I. Commute
Crumbled red leaves car edging past the sign eager to be gone.
Someday I will have an office with a window.
II. Cubicle
My little walls a speckled grey nothing like the crow's egg; . . .
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May 27, 2009 06:28 PM EDT --
The maple seed that limps
down from the sky on
its one desiccated
and hard-veined wing
battered insect of the spring;
the common dandelion
holding listlessly
its hundred spiderlings . . .
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December 07, 2009 05:20 PM EST --
Tan renga, written in collaboration with Corinna Parr. Contributions are noted.
Brief lives under the sun flies in a late autumn thaw . . .
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August 19, 2009 11:23 PM EDT --
Pounding home, their hum and my heart in my ears; the million moving shadows and the sky dark behind.
I flew screaming through the door; when it slammed closed, I fancied a child could . . .
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August 29, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
Blueberries all over the floor slick and white!
Shrill screams, whining I put down my pen.
Running off my daughter's legs have grown long.
While the day holds we play horses.
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December 15, 2007 12:10 AM EST --
Laurels
Twig of consolation, sickly and covetous evergreen,
How can you satisfy?
Phoebus Apollo might make you graceful, that god overlooking an eternity of nymphs;
Your venom might spangle the . . .
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November 25, 2009 01:44 PM EST --
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Rain water on steel collects a vacant playground an endless grey sky.
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Contortions of pine the bare, high-branched cottonwood has a better view.
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July 18, 2009 11:58 PM EDT --
Beneath the rattle of thunder on dark mountains, lovers whispering.
Here are my arms to hold you; here is my heart to be held.
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July 24, 2009 01:12 AM EDT --
I. Modern Plantation
The asphalt is perfect, and uncrowded by sidewalks it flows quietly past the security gate and into the fetid world.
Houses stand apart behind their unraveled nets of pine and . . .
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August 05, 2009 03:05 PM EDT --
On the mirror, steam condenses the curved caress of absent fingers.
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November 29, 2009 01:27 PM EST --
The following is an example of shisan renga -- a twelve-verse sequence-- composed over a period of several days in collaboration with Corinna Parr. Contributions are noted.
Darkling . . .
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May 20, 2009 06:30 PM EDT --
Beloved, you flow into my palms
that are just the shape of your thighs;
where you convex I will catch you.
Do you give me your lips remade
for my soft inundating tongue;
encurl me in the vessel . . .
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June 12, 2009 01:41 PM EDT --
I am too deeply in my books. Their crisp corners make comforting rooms, and the foolscap floorboards look as smooth as fine-milled flour beneath
their unfortunate crust of print. I lounge at ease upon . . .
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July 16, 2009 02:39 PM EDT --
Two drafts of a poem in progress. I'd appreciate any feedback, positive or negative. I'll be tinkering with whichever version settles.
First Version (Tanka):
Blithe cement rabbits, . . .
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August 22, 2009 05:41 PM EDT --
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So slowly, this night unclenches and recedes from the fingers of dawn.
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Even the sea ends bright pane of water, bubbles and begins again
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