Tag: memoir
group name: entrenos
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . . more
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July 24, 2008 12:46 PM EDT --
Rust
The factory shed, rusty, turns
its corner slightly to hear them,
those two human beings, lovers.
What is there to hear? No words can be
that new? The smell of grass eats the . . . more
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April 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Moon on the rear view mirror (assassin)
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Moon on the rear view mirror
Chasing the assassin's speeding
Chariot. . . . more
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April 16, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
A coats, not hers
( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)
A coat, not hers wraps the little body
Crouched it twists down . . . more
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May 07, 2008 07:36 AM EDT --
Name game (to friend, Alison)
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space.
It . . . more
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May 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
Both the worlds
The reddish brown terrain of cinnamon
Is it the country you come from?
Evening drops down from this side of earth.
There is always silence to match.
The green . . . more
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June 23, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
Change (open the window)
"Open the window."
Someone inside says.
Hands tremble and stop.
The non-habituated windows sound of rust.
The streaks of light those
Are used . . . more
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June 28, 2008 07:58 AM EDT --
Alike flower ( to Shelbia)
Like a flower I born and die in the same day
And, reborn on the morning next.
Present is like the milk bottle, turns up filled on
Every morning . . . more
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July 26, 2008 05:40 AM EDT --
Ah, hot pink!
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Ah, hot pink!
In your lips.
Coming alight.
“It’s a new one
how does it look?”
Ah, hot pink!
What can I say!
It . . . more
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June 07, 2008 04:12 AM EDT --
The black, the white
( to the drawing by Shirley U Understand Me)
The white, akin to the silence
that falls when she has put on sleep
is spread on the eternity, soft. . . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
Hurt
An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous . . . more
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June 22, 2008 02:12 AM EDT --
Dark glasses
A lazy sky almost falls on his head.
Tunnels of light move through his small planet.
The explosion of mixed flower's color,
(How much . . . more
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June 27, 2008 07:50 AM EDT --
Hope? What is it to her?
She presses the top of her walking stick
as if it is the "hope", personified.
Count the number of the thud of its strokes
on the gravel path . . . more
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July 10, 2008 09:17 AM EDT --
Inanimately together
It has an inanimate friendship
with the old walking stick.
The friend, the dark brown stick
is always there. After a death
in the family there is nobody . . . more
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July 29, 2008 08:13 AM EDT --
Mystic forest _ 2 (color is rust)
A forsaken farm cart,
rust red is on an ancient plough,
hum of green desert is
engulfing the scenario.
Ripples on the river
have a slow drone. You . . . more
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June 10, 2008 07:21 AM EDT --
Home
"Boys. Oh, boys." She tells.
The bouts of cough in between.
The few of her pictures
Resting on the table with
A short leg. Sepia.
A cup of tea long past its
. . . more
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June 11, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Story so old (weathercock tells)
The weathercock at the top of the old steeple
Knows a little about the reasons she stands here
At this time of a summer day.
She turns her head to . . . more
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June 18, 2008 10:56 AM EDT --
A wall full of you { Wednesday Gather essential}
A wall of thoughts is between us.
The singing rain whistles at you,
a woman, complete and you swing
with wind's . . . more
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June 19, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
A snippet on an afternoon
Chirping in a mango trove,
lazy afternoon
is in an exploit to pass time.
more
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June 20, 2008 08:40 AM EDT --
( what did i see? the moonlight seemed to be playing a trick with me. in the porch of my resort at this vacation land, stood my wife. moon was focusing on her face. a cat jumped out of the cornice. . . . more
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