Tag: poetry
member name: Katrina Hall
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September 15, 2006 09:11 PM EDT --
I know of a poet
in my town.
she is pale and fragile looking
someone's wan, Southern sweetheart.
I saw her one day
standing motionless
on the rocks
ringing the lake
staring into the water.
was she . . .
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August 14, 2006 10:04 PM EDT --
jam on your
hiking boots and
walk to the river,
kicking every rock and bad conversation
you have ever had
you come to the quiet
and there
the water sliding past
the pink sandbars of the evening sky
late . . .
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September 04, 2006 09:24 PM EDT --
I like to see myself as some
Amazonian
tall & true
strong
sure footed,
sure hearted.
in truth
I am as tangled as
a blackberry bush
thorny
and sharp
and only at the bottom of my
stem
am I bare and . . .
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August 20, 2006 09:39 PM EDT --
so many mistakes
some from swimming up so
desperately from illness
some from fear
some from anger
(that wretched red-headed gene)
some from the lonely place
and the turned-out pockets.
some from no place . . .
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September 02, 2006 09:13 PM EDT --
the wind is blowing fiercely
violently
the huge pine trees break limbs
the leaves that only yesterday
I photographed with
such joy
blow straight to Canada.
A long working day.
In a sudden, crushing . . .
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September 02, 2006 08:04 PM EDT --
it's not that I found you wanting
no
it was the memory of
rosy, magic, bubbling lights
on a childhood Christmas tree
it was the gold crescent moon
cut out of cardboard
and hung over the door
it was . . .
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January 25, 2006 10:18 PM EST --
I have lost years of kisses
I grieved and saved them
while you were gone.
turning off the light
beside the bed
listening for the toothbrush
empty room, empty night
I hid the kisses while . . .
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January 28, 2006 05:22 PM EST --
stones bruised and
broken hearts
tumble and crack, shatter
or not.
the wind is cold
the sunset over snow
radiant
as though God or something celestial
were singing.
does it matter
if there . . .
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February 01, 2006 07:58 AM EST --
the long white trailer
is usually docked behind
the hospital
sometimes
it disappears and
magically reappears
as I walk to my car
read the paper, smoke a cigarette
the first night I heard it breathe
I . . .
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February 18, 2006 09:21 PM EST --
I am mesmerized
by her flying feet
a blur so swift
she might lift off and float gently
into the night sky
a secret buddha-smile on her
lips
she appears to barely breathe
if I were a man
I would leave offerings . . .
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January 24, 2006 10:13 AM EST --
the fierce wind whips the snow into
knife-edged Everests
and snow devils spin and blow across the icy field
like madmen.
a green tin birdfeeder swings
as two
fat, black ravens descend from branches, . . .
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