tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132643672009-09-09T21:30:56.116-04:00These poems were written based on pictures. I have not included the original picture links with the words. Most can stand on their own without them. To see the pictures, go to <a href="http://moontownpic.blogspot.com/">Photographic Inspiration</a>.Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13264367.post-1160966741962867902006-10-15T22:44:00.000-04:002006-10-15T22:45:41.980-04:00

A fine crochet or tatted lace--stitches fade with age.The shawl, once beautifulin its delicacy, disintegratesinto nothingness.

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I reach for somethingthat doesn't exist.Even though it seemslike I've got it,I'm eluded once again.Maybe I wasn't meantto capture that moment.Maybe that moment and youdon't really exist.It wouldn't be life, though,if we didn't try.

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The water clings to the bladesas surely as I've stuck to you.Gather all of the droplets togetherand you'll receive onlya much larger puddle.Assemble the pieces of meand find something much different.Take our combined memoriesand call them a life. The grassonly holds so many mysteries.

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summer oasiscool metal and water spoutmuch needed respite

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The genie suffusedin rainbow of spring colorsmeditates our lives.

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Distortion creates illusionssince things are not what they seem.Properly placed blurs permit us to see a headless horseas he races along waterwith the others.

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My pets never were the kind to turn tail and hide. Theylet everyone they met know they meant business. Theywere the terrors of the shadowsand masters of the neighborhood,especially Blackie...He always deserved a bettername, but Blackie stuck to himlike ink to paper. The kidscouldn't say the other names.Blackie was a beast in his ownright, but he never lost temperwith the kids or me.He behaved

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The sidewalk joins me as I make my walk home.It keeps me companywith its shadowsso I am never alone.Even those shadowsare familiar to mesince I see themeach time I returnhome after school.We play games."X" marks the startof the final stretchand I know someoneis waiting for me.

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She's beautiful in her innocence.As she holds her glass of milkand looks out at us, a tree blocksour view of the totality.As much as we can't see, we still knowher sweetness and wholesomeness as evidenced by the colors she wearsand the simplicity of her hairstyle.She will blossom into a beauty and that white liquid will make her strong. And, next time we see her,some of that innocence will be

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Faces, wrapped in plastic,distort the features of puritythat molded plastic emphasizes.Use Saran Wrap to cover imperfectionsonly noticeable when presents open.Such extremes created by man.The same material, vastly different,shrouds my soul mate and gives usan eerie appearance when viewed as intended.Scare the children away. No treats here.(55 words, btw)

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The day's warmth calls meto find respite from the heat.A drinking fountainoffers solace to my thirstas well as my aching feet.

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Patterns are repeatedthroughout our complicated lives.They are the designs we choosefor fencing as well as the mapthat defines our relationships.Everything is connected--we just need to understandhow the network works.Sometimes, color marsthe perfection and our vision.The path we've chosenis diagramed for us,but the alternate routesare always more inviting.Even then, what is behindthe gridwork is

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Open this door only if you're sure.Unknown portals can lead to wholedifferent dimensions and dementia.You may think your mind is intact,but once on the other side, you'llnever know for sure. Is it you?Step into the unknown and testyour stability. Find your way backto the familiar, to safety. Ventureout alone only if you don't carewhen and how you return. You may not.Open the door and let me

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Circular patternsmark the floorwhere we used to waitfor the headmaster.It got to be a gameto stay outside the circle, muchlike avoiding cracksin the sidewalk.It helps to passthe time beforewe meet our fate.

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"X" marks the spotwhere I peek at the world.A bird perches betweenme and the world.Reflections blend my imageinto my surroundings.I can watch, my chinresting on the sill. I canobserve activity below without giving myself away.I mark the spot betterby constant reminderthat people live behind these walls,windows look outas well as in.

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Shadows lengthenas I am mesmerizedby the stones emblazonedwith your memory.My eyes have long since driedbut the ache within my beingpersists after all this time.The void has never been filled.I would offer you flowersor some small tokenbut the gesture would meanmore to others than you.Instead, I'll leave youwith my prayers and hopethat your suffering endedwhen you slept that last time.

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The kitchen sink restsatop other odd castoffsawaiting new home

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He peers into the fishing net--proud to have caught somethingyet afraid of what he snared.He tentatively lifts his prizeat arms length and holds his breathas curiosity gets the better of him.For shallow water, his catch is large.He's tempted to throw it back.The thrill was only in the hunt.

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As the fog begins to clear,I can see others helping to rebuild the hillside.By degrees of visibility,the early-morning silenceis broken in hushed greetings.As the light becomes stronger,memories of the brush firediminish; plants refresh dirt.My own load is shared by anotheras sympathetic to nature's rapeas I. We work the soil together.

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I canvass the samenesswith patience and skill.I seek the differencesin the similarities that will frame the worlda masterpiece.My hands hold steadywhile my eyes explorethrough the camera lens.There is a focal pointin this cobweb of lines--my shutter will find it.

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We were inseparable.We three always found something to doeven if there was nothing available.We had a good time just being together.Laughter, tears, and wisdom came and wentamong and between us. Even a rocky pathcould lead to fascination at our age.No one could tell us differently.The day we learned that our three wouldbe reduced to two and one, we cried.It was not possible that a move

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Overgrown and unkempt,a solitary chair calls to me.Amid the brush and bramble,I can submit to nature.Untouched by caring hands,the chair marks the spotwhere time knows onlythe shift in shadows.Simple disregard promptsmy comfort on so manylonely afternoons. Isit and daydream there.One day, this forgottenparcel will be rememberedand be razed of its attraction.Until then, I shall remain.

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Rocks, a frog humping a turtle,asume their positions permanentlyalong the shore. Would it were Iwho shared that vantage point.I stare out to sea where waterand sky meet and seek that joiningfor myself...and you, of course,since that requires anotherchance to have magic infiltratemy nights at the junction of hard and wet. Like rocksand water, like you and meI seek a oneness with natureand man

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A never-ending cycle of laundrylitters my back porch only to remindme of the joys of apartment living.The shadows of my unmentionables,though, provide shade for those timesI need to escape to the outdoors.I can stand, screened by tshirts,in relative privacy against lingeringgazes of lonely neighbors in windows.This is my oasis, sad as it looks.I take refuge from confined spacesand spy on the

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The sun sets bronzeon ghost-white skin.Leave my color healthyas my body protectsitself from the waves--attractive in summer.Solar waves reproducedand packaged in a machine--no burn from overexposureand safer all around.Artificial sun tans in privacy of my own booth.

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