Tag: poetry
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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August 04, 2009 12:11 AM EDT --
Yes, I'm bored. Deal with it.
In the interest of greasing the creative wheels-- and frankly, to kill some time-- Honest Poetry Critique is proud to present the SHORT FORM POETRY DUEL!!
(Yes, . . .
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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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October 13, 2007 07:21 PM EDT --
Syrinx by the River Ladon
Look where she flies, fleet-footed Syrinx,
Her chiton drenched, her sole bruised.
See the stalks that kiss her calves,
Bend to embrace, then spring back:
Green as the nymph, . . .
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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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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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October 17, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Garage Band Confessions
When I learn to play guitar,
(and when I have a garage)
I will form a band
and call it Cup of Spiders.
Or Allusion to the Pubis. Or--
Fat Kids Don't Dance;
or the Mute Inglorious . . .
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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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September 11, 2007 03:13 PM EDT --
Buttermilk and blush and sherbet sun,
She hangs before my door, crept into bloom
In the last part of the season, bated light
Her dole. She is the consequence of thorns;
And her embrace the frigid air . . .
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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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September 17, 2007 11:58 AM EDT --
Many of you will know this, but the term "ombres chinoises" (literally "chinese shadows") refers to the Asian art of shadow puppetry. The shadows of elaborate paper dolls . . .
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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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