A Purple House
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Try to guess the color of the
Next house you see and even if you are
Four you won’t probably say “lilac” — which isn’t quite
The right word for the shade of the
Purple house in New Jersey … Read the rest “A Purple House”
Tag: poetry
I Touched Your Head
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My sweet princess told Matt, the
Shoe salesman as he bent
Over her little foot, “I touched
Your head!” the last word lifting
Up like a startled sparrow leaving
A branch.
She might hear, someday, about
How the real … Read the rest “I Touched Your Head”
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”
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”