You are Alive
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I heard a drop of rain
On that rhododendron call to me:
You are alive.
This minute, and only this one.
You may grouse at yesterday or
Pine for tomorrow but only the
Perfume of now exists. You … Read the rest “You are Alive”
Author: ElizabethDemand poet, journalist, content writer, photographer. Analog meets digital.
Outspoken, curious, bored, always singing, opinionated, thought full, wild.
Iowa, Kansas City, London. Connecticut.
I’m Not at Supper
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I’m not at supper tonight and
I hide from it often, maybe because
You said we must gather together
At the end of the day, but by then,
I’m done with togethering. I wished I’d stayed at
Target (the … Read the rest “I’m Not at Supper”
On our 8th Year
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Today I’d like to share with you a poem I did not write.
It’s a translation of a love sonnet, number 33, by Pablo Neruda. This is sonnet my friend Lisa read for Colin and I at our wedding, … Read the rest “On our 8th Year”
Eavesdropping.
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We are always eavesdropping.
The boy in the next yard admits
He forgot to do his work, and the ladies who
Race by walking exchange their bodily failures
Like measurements of sifted flour.
I hear you, little bird hiding … Read the rest “Eavesdropping.”
How Dyana Valentine Said YES, Twice!
This week I am the Guest Poet on the beautiful poetry site: Bentlily. Please do go over and have a look.
But, before you do, I’d like to tell you a quick story about how Vancouver poet and entrepreneur … Read the rest “How Dyana Valentine Said YES, Twice!”