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POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio: 4/1/11 - 5/1/11
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POETRY IS LIFE -. Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Sincerely, Nancy. Saturday, April 23, 2011. HERE OR THERE LOVE SURVIVES. HERE OR THERE LOVE SURVIVES. A faint light from a full moon. Hiding behind the oak tree near. The barn, lights your face – oh,. You are gone but some still say. You vanished in the storm…. Your eyes would stare into mine. And I would feel the passion, the. You see - I would not let you.
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POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio: HERE OR THERE LOVE SURVIVES
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POETRY IS LIFE -. Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Sincerely, Nancy. Saturday, April 23, 2011. HERE OR THERE LOVE SURVIVES. HERE OR THERE LOVE SURVIVES. A faint light from a full moon. Hiding behind the oak tree near. The barn, lights your face – oh,. You are gone but some still say. You vanished in the storm…. Your eyes would stare into mine. And I would feel the passion, the. You see - I would not let you.
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POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio: 10/1/10 - 11/1/10
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POETRY IS LIFE -. Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Sincerely, Nancy. Thursday, October 28, 2010. She wipes dust from. A golden plate; white. Gowns, white gloves;. Men stand tall escorting. As she floats by. Stained glass windows,. White gowns, pearls and. Veils . . . In her eyes –. Spider webs of silk,. Some a dusty shade of pink. She watches – a line of. Men turn their backs from. Once she talked of. Bring...
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POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio: 7/1/10 - 8/1/10
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POETRY IS LIFE -. Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Sincerely, Nancy. Saturday, July 31, 2010. YOU ASKED ME TO DANCE published in What Brought You Here. YOU ASKED ME TO DANCE. A white butterfly. . . You have come home to dance. On my shoulder, high above daisies. To spin in circles. Casting our shadows on a pond. A rendezvous of seasons, and. A landscape covered with snow. Your sister’s, sister? And you were...
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POETRY Nancy Duci Denofio: 8/1/10 - 9/1/10
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POETRY IS LIFE -. Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Sincerely, Nancy. Monday, August 30, 2010. A doll lays near a. Like Uncle Jim -. Black sheep of our. Jim drank his supper -. Fell on fresh sheets. On to his feather bed. Disliked by his family. Despised by his wife -. A smooth talker,. Could flatten you with. Words – strangle you. With his eyes –. His best friend died. By his ruthless hand. The rag doll -.
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Nancy Duci Denofio: February 2011
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The Life We All Share One Way of Another. Monday, February 14, 2011. AT THE GIFT SHOP. AT THE GIFT SHOP. No one smiled at the shop. Never touched the floor,. Never did anything but. Swing back and forth…. Little, little, little. Back and forth…. Never knew back then. Were filled with nerves. Nerves connected to a heart. He sat next to me,. Both he and I stared,. Stared, stared; stared. At an ugly witch lady who. Carried thick white chalk. She walked too slow. Still see her legs -. Spindles, rolled down.
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Nancy Duci Denofio: MY FAVORITE DOLL
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The Life We All Share One Way of Another. Sunday, February 6, 2011. Grandmother catches rain in. A rain barrel - near rows of dirt. I play as my small fingers twist. A dented handle, like those I use. To turn on a faucet in our kitchen,. This one attached to a barrel –. That is, if eyes from upstairs on. The second floor aren’t watching. A girlfriend of mine, from across. A cut off, as to which school we. Attend, just across the street – she. Came to my birthday – brought me. Spoons, cups, and a tea pot.
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Nancy Duci Denofio: FRONT PORCH
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The Life We All Share One Way of Another. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Wooden doors, stained - beyond. Peeling Kelly green paint…. Chipped, splintered wood. Slivers to bare feet – as a child runs. Next to giant yellow pillars. Stands a box of metal – each morning. Bottles sing as they meet side by side. A milkman waves to the child. Crooked steps where marbles roll. Children sit side by side cheering. As if colors - rolling marbles -. As if they too were alive. Children clap as color touches. Vermont, side ...
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Nancy Duci Denofio: November 2010
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The Life We All Share One Way of Another. Thursday, November 18, 2010. Awnings. open - close. To brick, reveals iron floating. In air, near entrances as. Roads twist, turn. At Center Street a. Wooden box, reads. A horse, upset. . . Swings a wooden wagon. Youths in knickers,. Fruit, bouncing on. As the horse - defecates. In front of his property -. Will keep his front door. Until he, makes. Piles inside the iron bucket. Clearing the air, clearing his. It might be a quiet. Links to this post. Fields behind...
