The dancer

The best of dancers ruined by a host Of summer loves that soon to winter fall. So much to see ‘tween winter and the fall. The call to choose and slip the hand from glove To slip away from splendor of that love. Crescendo reached and still she dances on Life is too short to…

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“There May Be Dragons”

Photo by Jacqueline Casey There may be dragons in that soul-less flight where harpies;  hovering aloft her bed, born of a spell that chills the wicked night and winters in her heart some unknown dread. There may be dragons in the hate-filled gloom: a whistling as the icy wind now drones. As thundering is heard;…

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“Mother Eclipse”

Mother Eclipse The morning doves now pause their cooing, grand! The infant’s little lids close heavily. All nature yawns at fading of their land while green has turned to black too instantly! How must our father’s fore us felt when torn: their brightest sun is sprinkled on black leaves. Like little half-moons dance about the…

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The Hankering

“The Hankering” Then suddenly September rain comes down. The green peas whisper to the thirsty corn: “New seasons yearn before your silk turns brown. Some nameless hand will bend you one dark morn!” From Miller’s Pub, our hero drains his beer. His dream: to leave this red-clay country life. But not before the dinner bell…

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Sonnet For Siyah

Sonnet For Siyah The song that springs from your sweet innocence; The petal of your lips an open grin. A flower is my Siyah; no pretense; Her baby eyes remind us love must win. Oh, stay, my little bud! It is your day! Remind us that our moments with you now will never come again…

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“You Take My Hand”

  and in that gesture satisfy my dizzy, naked need, spellbound as spent leaf whose golden moment has no hunger left but blissful floats mid magic flutter back to earth.

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“Some Steps”

Photo: Ginny Hale Meredith “Some Steps” Some steps I’ve taken, there was sharp ascent into the unknown where the foolish tread. That journey, once committed, brought lament. Cold sorrow with some tears that pathway led. Some steps have pushed me inward, glorious, to better heights than I had known before. Yet, even so, my soul, tempestuous, has not avoided…

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This Red, Red Rose is Out of Place!

“This Red, Red Rose is Out of place!” One does not leave a rose mid sandy beach: Perchance, a seagull dropped it here somehow? As much as I might like, I cannot stretch nor will I bend… or to your logic bow. Oh, No! This dying rose is out-of-place! It needs some dainty green and…

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“Sestina for Minnie E. Amerine”

“Sestina for Minnie E. Amerine” Desirous to be loved, we seek our own and when we find it, that is where we leap. An attic jewel shining mid the dust and so the mind stirs anxiously to seek but in its reaching finds a darker door and in that search may see a deadly scene.…

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