Tag: poetry
member name: Maria Dawson
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January 15, 2006 11:40 PM EST --
Lying awake,
I focus on breath,
Lose the rhythm of breathing.
Lying asleep
In the world that forgets,
I cannot but recall.
Lying awake,
I scrub at the memory,
Which dirties . . .
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January 23, 2006 03:52 PM EST --
Third floor apartments, facing windows, sentinel spots.
At my vanity I preen, wet hair drying, clean face painting,
Watching the street.
At your desk you read, wispy white-haired profile, bad side hidden, . . .
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March 01, 2006 10:34 AM EST --
-- Dedicated to a friend and all those just as strong
A woman's life,
It's filled with the notes, bars, rhythms, rests
Of many men.
Melodies, discordant harmonies,
Hands and mouths leaving marks . . .
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February 19, 2006 11:59 PM EST --
Life hasn't quite stretched to fit;
So much to do.
To do so much
Requires the energy, the strength, the will
To not lie there, planning, planning procrastination.
It's all the same, each day the . . .
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June 08, 2006 11:50 PM EDT --
It was too cold, even for a Boston spring,
And all the toes out, legs out, arms out
Were wishing they'd been less bold.
The bus was late, the rain was coming,
All the would-be passengers standing, . . .
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March 06, 2006 11:59 AM EST --
My dear Aerie,
Just hearing your name, all take notice,
Their eyes clouding over with a hate-stained haze
As they ready themselves to misread you again.
Back in the days of pirate smiles and plaits,
Standing . . .
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