National Poetry Month – Take Two
Mary J. M. Strother I did not know her well Old, but far from frail Known in passing only For months Years We shook hands once Exchanged introductions Mary That’s all Only a name Yet somehow a...
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Dog In A Storm Winding underfoot Breath panting Tongue lolling Panic in his eyes He looks to me For comfort For solace Me, an ineffectual guardian We cower together in the basement He quivering in fear...
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Driving In the Rain at Night Wet pavement reflects myriad lights Streams of red from taillights Splashes of greens and yellows Rivers of white, flowing Straight into my eyes Wide with the night...
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Almost Home J. M. Strother I know these hills, these valleys, Those old familiar trees. I know the house in yonder field, The smell upon the breeze. I know these roads I walk down now, The byways of my...
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Hats On the Peg Twenty-eight years a long time to hang one’s hat on the same peg Nearly three decades together Good times and bad we’ve seen it all you and I Now we grow old together Oh sure, we’d...
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