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Did I do the right thing by stopping to visit? To pay my respects to his mother? Or should I have stayed away from her house? My presence, perhaps, unwanted. Perhaps I was seeking solace or…
~ communication: a system, language, nation; devotion notion, from the heart; or in the head, when a Rose arose, instead. ~ this Tanka poem is about WWII and the Navajo involvement. the original poem is at http://wp.me/p102ON-lj ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
…. simple pansy beautiful flower; in purple, else yellow, or some other color: what is your fancy? what’s your desire? I know. you won’t tell me what sets you afire. Ah! pretty pansy! so simple the flower: your nonchalant fancy I do so admire. two […] Continue reading
~ It’s allergy season, or so I’ve been told, and the people are falling in love! There’s more to this sunlight – We’re tired of the cold! And long since old Winter, we’ve turned off the stove, Allergic Reaction is taking […] Continue reading
…. I need seek someplace to find a humble, peaceful piece of my mind. Distraught, from the noise, that poser of sound! I plead for some peace, but there’s none to be found. With hollow heart, I fall all apart, in piecemeal movements, real slow. This change came to […] Continue reading
~ Around round rooms, sit telecommuters; at table apiece, each one is alone. Afitted to tables each world an unknown, the telecommuter re-enters alone. On laptops to each sits a self-stranger in civil loud silence soliloquist speech, where no one there listens and no one there speaks to one or another – […] Continue reading
…. communication a system a language a nation a notion of devotion in the heart or the head when a Rose arose instead …. the following is for NaPoWriMo, day 11. A tanka, I converted from Code Talkers: communication: a system, language, nation; devotion notion, from the heart; or in […] Continue reading
For Henry Loyd Smith …. I saw you there, resting there, supine against a tree. I saw you there, you didn’t see me, watching you at a tree. Your […] Continue reading
….the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. (Walt Whitman) ~ And where are you now my frolicsome friend, under my boot-heels in grass? I know. You said. You’d always be there, in the leaf of a page, turning fast. Teaching while turning, coy-fully punning; […] Continue reading
…. There are people who vie with people to be like people, though not the same. They are those who go to such great length in search for themselves, and self-esteem. Yet, still these people, they follow people; and live their lives, […] Continue reading
…. I read, today, where someone lamented: “So where is the Challenge? There isn’t a Challenge, when everyone writes what ever they want. A poem a day, in any old way: Where’s Competition in that?” To which, I thought, I would comment: “It’s not Competition, but Celebration! A poem a […] Continue reading
…. For some, the aesthetic is physical attraction: nice colors or features, top predilection; a whiff, of some air; ‘It’s a Win, by a Nose!’ By tactile impressions, or the scent someone chose. So far, so good; does that seem about right? Actually, it seems […] Continue reading
~ A new pad of paper that I can mar up, in writing a poem just for you. I hem and I haw, sputter and stop, and dream of the grandeur when through. I’ve done nothing much in this life I call mine, nothing, that is, […] Continue reading
for Glenna Loar-Nielsen …. Who knows when it comes, the whys and wherefores – which month, what day, what year? But I heard, somewhere, that you recently died – yesterday, […] Continue reading
…. Those boys will be cowboys and the girls will be prizes. (I know, you thought I’d say princess.) But girls are not subjects, which would make them then objects; whilst boys will be subjects of derision. Girls, for the boys, are objects of mission. The boys are not […] Continue reading
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