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#12 Hailstones Plinking My head becomes a birdhouse. The sides are fashioned from a tamarack harvested to serve as a new mast for my canoe when lake waters join, overflow their banks – to splash happy in rivers down to the cities. The roof holds back hailstones plinking, plunking like the last hurr...

April 12 But I Repeat Myself The best poetic writing addresses youthful passion: what am I to do? Sagging flesh and flagging minds is cliché among my kind. How unseemly it would be to relive my lusty days. What am I to do? I could revisit summer nights fifty years ago, how unseemly it would be to r...

Vaughn Neeld wrote: ↑

Fri Apr 12, 2019 4:25 pm

Day 12

Touch someone
whose color
is not yours.

Invite him over,
share a Coors.

Hear his stories,
grieve his losses.

Celebrate his dreams.
Calm his fears.

awww, I really like this Vaughn..
 

it's kinda fun to write a poem a day. Thank you for this.

THE EAGLE Flies high enough to reach the misty air then rests his working wings to soar weightless and free. Silence is torn as he speaks In an ancient language to the blue mountains  that know the story. He has seen many creatures on this land, travelers that never came back, leaving lessons of the...

Day 12 Darling    She ceased breathing the other day his Darling, his beloved wife.  Her voyage to the bottomless caves of dementia her descent into eternal caverns a trail that no dropped breadcrumbs could map a return route had been surprisingly quick a matter of just a few heartrending years.  T...

SUNDAY The sky spits snow again on this cloudy Sunday. A bay mare and paint gelding stand motionless in the corner of a rusty pipe corral in drying, sticky mud day after day. Heads hang like heavy apples on flexing limbs. They stare at a half eaten bale of moldy hay. Perhaps they are old and somewhe...

Hello Deb, Good to meet you. Yes, I do custom matting,framing. You are right, the framing and matting can make or break a piece. The whole idea is the frame work should melt into the piece not stand out from it. I've been in the business for over 30 years and I love it, always different and unique. ...

Love this lots...but not fond of Caps on every line  :) Hi Colm, I'm glad you said something. We were taught that way in school which was aloooong time ago. Thanks, I agree.  This place is better than school Lisa  :)  With Caps on every line, I read a poem as if there's a full-stop before the Cap. ...

My apologies to all of you real poets for subjecting you to my poetry in prose.  White Out White-knuckle-drive on an iced-over road. Northern Montana in a February snowstorm. White crosses placed every few miles mark a place of someone's death  with multiple cruciforms garnishing more than a few sh...